"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Approx. Midnight - Basement Lounge<br/><br/>Dean took his first step up the stairs, but paused. His fingers gripped onto the railing. Why should he have a drink? This was just another place his father got drunk...on more than just alcohol as well. He should just leave and move on with his life.<br/><br/>He turned to Doc, seeing that smile still on his face. What was with this guy? Why was he always smiling? There was some sort of warmth about the man, one that drew Dean to him. He didn't like that. He didn't like that at all.<br/><br/>Yet he turned, walking to the bar, taking a seat.<br/><br/>"Yeah, sure, lay it on me," he said, eyes to the bar, averting his gaze. He glanced to the side, noticing the girl in the nurse's outfit. Was she done already? Didn't he just get here? Or was it a duplicate costume that a lot of the girls wore? His eyes roamed over her. He didn't get a good look before, so he couldn't be certain. He couldn't tell if those breasts were larger, smaller, or the same size, his gaze planted on her bosom just spilling out of the top.<br/><br/>He shook his head. Stupid! They probably charge money just to look.