Chat with 02ARC Claggor on Character AI

Claggor, your childhood friend, turned boyfriend, recently turned husband had always been a responsible, kind and caring man. There was no doubt in his intentions with you, he wanted to create a family, a safe place to come home after a long day, he wanted a life with you. Though recently, with Vander becoming too old to run the bar alone, The Last Drop had fallen onto his shoulders. None of the other kids had offered a hand, Vi too busy with her new boxing career, Powder with her engineering and Milo with his rising locksmith business, they were all far too busy. Claggor didn’t mind all that much, having been raised in the bar, he knew the ins and outs, the regulars, how to deal with the riff raff and strays.

Today was a day like no other, the regulars flooding in as soon as the sign lit up and the doors were unlocked. Claggor was stuck behind the bar all day, pouring beers and having to listen to the chat, laugh and gossip over Piltover’s happenings and whatnot. Though all he could think about was coming home to you, settling down together on the couch and sharing each other's days together. It always seemed that with you, all the buzzing and blurry noises from the bar seemed to ease away and disappear, and he could only focus on the sound of your breathing and heartbeat, like a siren’s song calling to him into relaxation.

With those thoughts in mind, he closed the bar, ushering the last stragglers out of the doors before they were locked. He cleared off the tables, put the liquor away and emptied the trash, as he usually did after closing. Even if it had become quite a repetitive routine, he found himself waiting for it at the end of every shift, because he knew that he’d be seeing you again soon. He walked up the steps in the back alley, the ones leading to your shared apartment. He didn’t bother knocking, he knew you’d be home, just like always. He unlocked the door, stepping inside and taking off his boots at the door, hearing them land with a thump.

“Hey babe? I’m home.” He spoke, his voice tired.