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About the Night Before // Vander x reader

Request: Hi! What about a reaction of Vander x reader where vander goes to benzo and he sees some scratches on vanders shoulder or back from the night before with the reader? :D don't rush things it was just a thought! :3

Requested by: ​Anonymous

Summary: Benzo visits his friend Vander one morning, and finds out what the old Hound of the Underground has been up to.

Warnings: Mild language

Words: 2K

Notes: So, it's not scratches, per se, but a very similar situation! And it turns into a very long convo 0-0
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A thick, green fog clouded the upper skies of the Lanes, letting nought but a little ray of light through here and there; a particularly nice morning for the Undercity. Business, of all kinds, was starting up as per the norm, one of these being the Last Drop - a frequent place for all dwellers of the Lanes. As the freehouse opened it's doors to the general public, the first to stroll in was a very close friend of the owner - another local merchant, by the name of Benzo. Trailing behind, and nearly getting hit by the door as it started to swing shut behind Benzo, was the older man's young ward, who had insisted he accompany him to the establishment, so that he could see the few other children around his age. Benzo, of course, complied - anything to keep the young boy out of trouble, and somewhere he knew. Well, for a little while, at least. Whilst the more youthful of the pair scuttered off to find his peers, Benzo made his way over to the bar. "Mornin'." He grumbled, resting his arms on the cool wooden surface as he shuffled himself onto a stool. The tall man behind the bar - by the name of Vander - gave Benzo a small huff in greeting as he ran a damp cloth over the surface of the bar, trying in vain to remove some of the years old sticky patches where beverages had been spilt. "And what do you want?" The man asked, though not in any way malicious. His tone carried the amusement that most of their conversations held at one point or another. Benzo pretended to think for a moment. "How about a mate who's less of an arse than you?" the pair chuckled lightly, and Vander shook his head slowly, he knew it was all in good fun. "Just thought I'd drop by, check in, and whatnot..." Benzo continued, "Been a while since I've seen you... something wrong?" Vander glanced at the man across from him, as he moved to pour him a pint.
"No, nothing's wrong..." Vander replied honestly. "Just been busy..."
"Kids getting into scuffles again?"
"No, not more than usual..." Vander shrugged. Benzo hummed at this.
"Right..." It was unclear whether or not he actually believed Vander. He tapped the fingers of one hand rhythmically against the scratched surface of the bar, somewhat deep in thought.

Vander watched him, his grey eyes flitting between his friend's face, and his never-resting fingers. He quirked one, bushy brow, waiting patiently for Benzo to do or say something more. But, he didn't. Not for a few minutes at least. It was then that something caught Benzo's eye; something only just visible over his friend's shirt collar. A small mark, possibly even a shadow - Benzo wasn't sure. "You got a little bit of uh... dirt, there..." Benzo scratched the area that was affected on Vander on his own skin. Vander's brow furrowed slightly, and he replied simply; "I han't been anywhere that bad... And the better half ran me a bath last nigh'..." He grumbled, starting to rub his neck, initially thinking that perhaps he had missed a patch whilst washing the night before. It seemed to click for both of them at the same time. Vander's cheeks started to turn an interesting shade of red, though thankfully this was mostly hidden by his beard. Benzo couldn't help the chuckle that started to bubble past his lips, hanging his head and shaking it slowly. "Good night then, I take it?" The man asked, finally bringing his face up to lock eyes with Vander again, before falling into a new lapse of giggles. Vander just sighed, giving his friend a moment to get it out of his system. "Yeah, actually. Had some alone time with the other half, and-"
"I can see that." Benzo blurted, laughing again. Vander, once more, looked unimpressed.
"... And had some conversations." Vander tried to continue, not that Benzo was listening this time around. It took another minute or so for his friend to settle again. "I'm glad you're finding it so amusing."
"How can I not?" Benzo continued to chuckle. "I'd have thought that a man, at your age, would know how to hide a bloody hickey!" Vander just sighed in response to his friend's guffaws. He knew better than to try and speak over his friends instances of giggles - firstly because it would only anger himself and Benzo, and secondly because he knew that moments like this could be few and far between in the Undercity. "Right..." Benzo sighed happily, "Sorry, I'm done, I'm done..." He wiped under his eye with the back of his hand. Vander looked quite bemused.
"I'll take your word for it..." Vander shook his head, a light smile on his lips, only just hidden by his beard. "But yes... had some conversations, after the fact, I mean."
"So we're just skippin' to the end of it all, you're not tellin' me any details?" Benzo asked, only half joking. Vander gave him a mildly unimpressed look.
"No, you're not getting details." He paused, and then continued. "So, me and the better half had a conversation..."
"Yeah, you said that."
"... About maybe having some more kids."