<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Basement Loung, Bar</em><br/><br/>Dean brushes his hand through his hair again. The atmosphere here...he wasn't sure what to think of it. No one seemed to be speaking to each other in a friendly manner. Those who weren't having sex were merely waiting to have sex, listening to the sounds of pleasure of those above. What could you talk about when everything about you was a secret, after all? He shook his head, leaning back as he gulped down the remainder of his bottle of water.<br/><br/>"Thanks," he said to the bartender, placing the bottle back onto the bar. "Keep the change, if there is any." He stood up, assuming the Doc would understand what he meant. As he turned and walked up the steps he remembered the dark haired man. He didn't recognize him, knew nothing about him, but he sighed. That man's money had been a complete waste. Dean only lasted a couple of minutes. Why did he have to do that? Why couldn't he just have left?<br/><br/>As he reached the top of the stairs one of the doors opened. A blonde stepped out, a nurse's outfit gathered in her arms. She was smiling, beaming even, as she looked back into the room. He paused a moment, still not used to such behavior, seeing her curved form with nothing more than a crumpled bundle in front of her. It was that girl he first saw when walking in, the girl who had tousled his hair.<br/><br/>He didn't know if it was her breasts, her curves, or her smile. Or maybe it was just how cheerful she seemed. There was definitely something...not so much enticing, but endearing about her. He shook his head and continued forward. "See you later Big and Tall," he said, nodding to the large man standing guard at the door. "Don't have too much fun" he added, patting the man on the shoulder as he stepped outside.<br/><br/>He hopped onto his bike, gripping the handle bars. He sat there momentarily. The night had gotten colder, the wet scent of dew beginning to spread throughout the air. He remembered the way here well enough, but did he remember how to get home? Ah, it shouldn't be too hard.<br/><br/>He kicked off, biking down the dirt path, the memories of this night fresh in his head. He couldn't figure out how he felt, what he was thinking. There was too much to remember, to recall. All these faces, mostly new, some familiar...<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Continued in town... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124053.msg5460366#msg5460366)</span></strong></div>