<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Basement Lounge, Bar</em><br/><br/>Dean nodded, listening to the words of the Doc. He spoke like he had the wisdom of a man that had seen a lot of things. Of course, Dean thought whatever he was spouting was bullshit, just an excuse for people to lead a double life and lie to themselves on a constant basis. He shrugged, though. If he argued anymore he was bound to get a fist to the face from Big and Tall upstairs.<br/><br/>The man was right about "hearing the sounds", though. While that one scream managed to pierce through the cracks of the walls like none other, there were plenty of moans upstairs to be heard. Dean looked around once more, taking in the members of the bar and lounge. Two ladies were present. Orchid, the dark haired girl, already knew a dirty secret of his. Evidently he was an early cummer, couldn't even get a full erection. What would she do with that knowledge? Probably tell the other women. He glanced over at the new blonde, another rather voluptuous member of the party...though there was...he couldn't quite place it, but she reminded him of someone. He shook his head.<br/><br/>Then there was the Principal. This old fart that had stood in front of his class on Graduation Day, speaking of all this goody two-shoes crap. A married man with kids, trusted by the community to lead their children to a bright future. And here he was, in the dark basement of a brothel, the stink of whiskey and gin polluting the air.<br/><br/>Dean couldn't help but smirk to himself. So this was life in New Harrisville Falls? On the surface, you pretend to be the absolute perfect being, the ideal Christian, the model Republican. Down here, however, down here everyone was sleazy, a slut, a player, or even a bartender. Dean couldn't help but laugh to himself.<br/><br/>He untwisted the cap to his bottle of water, smiling at Doc, and perhaps looking into his eyes for the first time that night.<br/><br/>"To our dirty little secrets," he said, raising the bottle to the air before pressing it to his lips, the cold water flooding down his throat and cooling the whiskey induced warmth in his gullet.