<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Basement Lounge, Bar</em><br/><br/>"I didn't drive here," Dean said, running his hand through his hair as he leaned forward against the bar. "I rode a bike." He sighed, looking up at Doc.<br/><br/>"<strong>You tell me what's on your mind and I'll help you feel better about it.  I'm not a head shrink, but I'll help you feel better.</strong>"  He smiled and added, "<strong>That's how I got the nickname Doc don't ya know.</strong>" That smile. Them pearly whites, so to speak. Dean wanted to punch the guy right in the mouth, something about how great and happy he pretended everything was.<br/><br/>Dean looked down at the bar again, his foot tapping against the floor. He began scratching at a couple of ring stains on the surface of the bar, left behind by perspiring glasses from the past. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice carrying a lot less of the conceited attitude earlier, cracking slightly with vulnerability.<br/><br/>"This isn't actually my first time here, y'know," he said softly. "The first time I was about 9 or 10. I literally was a kid. I walked in, turned a corner, and the room I was just in..." He glanced up, seeing Orchid. She was mingling with other clients, looking away, but she didn't look the same. Her posture was different. She was missing a glow about her. "...the room I was just in with her," he continued, pointing at the dark haired beauty, "it was actually the room I saw him in. A woman just...pop!" He leaned back, making a motion of a woman pulling her top apart like Superman. "They spotted me, and he dragged me outside and...BAM!" He smacked his fist into his open hand.<br/><br/>Dean sighed, leaning forward again. Glancing up, he saw his reflection against the mirror in the bar. "This place likes humiliating me, it seems. Getting busted up by my Dad, everyone treating me like a kid, letting go ea-...." He paused, glancing back over to Orchid, then up to Doc. He cast his eyes down once more, trying to think.<br/><br/>"I don't even know why I came here..." He reached for the glass Doc set down for him, nodding towards the bartender as he raised his drink, before tossing it back...<br/><br/>...and then exploding in a fit of coughing again, trying to down three shots worth of whiskey in one go.