vegas, seth
It had been a while since Vegas had last seen Seth. He tried to keep in touch with his Murphy's boyfriend after Murphy'd gone missing, but it was hard. Where there was Seth, usually Murphy was at his side. And Vegas imagined that it was just as hard for Seth to even look at him since he was Murphy's twin. They were spot on identical, though their personalities couldn't have been more opposite. Vegas always trusted Seth to look out for Murphy when he wasn't around, though, and there was a small part of him that blamed the other for not being there when Murphy'd gone missing. It was part of Vegas' own guilt, though, too. And he knew it.

So it was a little surprising for him when he came off stage after the little acoustic set that he'd played and saw Seth sitting at the bar. He figured they'd run into one another sooner or later, though, especially since the FBI was now looking into Murphy's dissappearance. Vegas assumed that they'd spoken to Seth, too.

"Hey," he greeted quietly as he approached the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. He wet his lips, and it took a moment for him to turn his gaze in Seth's direction. "Are you here because the FBI talked to you?"