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It’d been a minute since Seth and Ryder met up one on one. The last time being when Ryder talked about his brother, who’s since gone missing from Olympus which was a perk of assholes like that. They would always seemingly get bored of taunting and hovering over the people they were trying to intimidate— or whatever the younger man’s brother was trying to do. Seth hadn’t had any interaction with him but between the previous meeting and now, the man had given the man special attention, in case his brother tried anything. Which he hadn’t, at least to the President’s knowledge.
But spotting the younger man at the Dive, likely with Izzy or someone else, he places his hands on the bar in front of him. “Hear that your brother left,” he starts, leaning down to pull up a glass for the kid he’d apprenticed years ago. Seth put enough for a single shot for Ryder in a glass and pushed it forward. “Celebration on that shit,” he says, nodding at the glass. He could spare a single shot for the man. Looking around at the Dive. “What’re you gettin’ into tonight? You here with Diva Barbie?” he asks.
