<em>Continued from town... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124053.msg5919253#msg5919253)</em><br/><br/><strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Sunday night, maybe 10pm? 11pm? - The Fucking Gulch</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>There weren't a lot of cars there as he rode his bike up to the Gulch. He chained it beside the building as he did the previous night, feeling his heart beating like a drum. It looked like he arrived early, though fortunately not the first. With a sigh he approached the door, just standing there for a minute. It was harder this time. Last night he had just stepped right in, or so it felt, and walked down stairs without a single care. Tonight, though, knowing what it was, remembering last night...<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, and struggled to remember the name of the man that stood guard at the door. Twisting the nob he slowly stepped inside, and...<br/><br/>The man wasn't there. For now, at least. Maybe he was just away at his station for the time being, Dean didn't know. Either way, he was pretty sure he wanted to get down stairs. The man intimidated him for some reason.<br/><br/>As Dean descended down the stairs slowly, he noticed the smell of smoke and booze wasn't nearly as strong tonight. Then again, a Sunday night was bound to be a lot more calm than usual. Only a couple of fellows hung about, and The Doc was nowhere in sight. With a shrug, Dean wandered to an empty lounge couch and took a seat, sighing. Maybe he should have waited another night after all. It was looking like Sunday might be a bust. He sighed, leaning back, closing his eyes...and before he knew it he began to doze off.