Day 28: Crossroader's Bar and Casino

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White sneakers gleaming in contrast to the dusty floorboards, Dean approached the bar at a snail's pace, hopelessly immersed in his surroundings. It was a taste of something close to home. He was in his element.

And he loved it.

His face seemed to ache the instant he smiled his first genuine smile of the day. Previous shakiness in his bearing abandoned, he swiveled on a chair to allow his restless eyes the chance to roam the features of the tavern that really weren't as captivating as the hunter found them. His wry expression faded as he glanced disapprovingly at himself. These clothes made him look like some overgrown kid who'd taken a wrong turn on his way to the Nerd Convention.

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"You were lucky. Now gimme a damn peanut," he said, leaning forward across the counter with as little movement of his body as possible. He managed to snag the edge of the peanut bowl with the tip of his fingers and drag it closer to his side.

"How much you wanna bet?" he asked as he fired the peanut without warning, aiming for just below Dean's chin.

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About to fire his own, the one Reno had launched for his neck was automatically blocked by Dean's hand, except the peanut in motion collided perfectly with the one between his fingers and sent both shells flying to the floor.

The hunter raised an eyebrow at the redhead and let out a soft 'ha!'.

"Bring it on," he taunted, promptly organising a set of ammunition beside him.

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Reno blinked, surprised at first by the outcome of his attack, before a snicker escaped him.

He grabbed a handful himself, pausing to munch on a few as the remainder rolled a little on the counter. He suspected they didn't have long before they got tossed out for this or something. Better make the most of the time they had.

"You don't know who you're dealing with," he shot back. "My talent with spit balls was unmatched back in high school."

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"Know why?" Dean tilted his head, equipped for repartee as his smirk continued to widen by the second. "'Cuz I wasn't there."

Without further delay, he willfully flicked a peanut, intended to strike the other man's neck.

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The peanut Dean flicked was caught mid-air in the fist of one extremely pissed off looking proprietor. He glowered at both men and dropped the nut to the counter, setting both hands down after it. Now Mathers was used to rowdy behavior and he was responsible for some of his own, but when crazies came into his bar and started shooting peanuts around it caused him some problems. Namely, other customers would get bothered and wouldn't come to the bar for a drink.

"You two want to take this outside or do I have to make you take it outside?" he growled, clearly unimpressed with their immaturity.

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Damn, so soon. And they were just getting started, too.

Oh, well. This still had potential for entertainment value and damned if he was going to let the opportunity escape. He hadn't fooled around like this in awhile.

"Sorry," Reno said, looking as innocent as possible. "It was just therapeutic, you know? The doc says we're supposed to revisit memories of childhood activities."

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"Catch," he whispered in awe as the airborne peanut was seized in front of him.

"No sir, we don't want trouble," he said to Mathers, a somewhat sardonic tune running through his words. A terrible sneer threatened to spread on Dean's lips at Reno's remark. He snorted and shook his head, sliding off the chair. "Barkeep's shunned us, man." He feigned a wistful sigh. Slowly making his way to the exit, the smirk re-emerged along with the smart mouth, and he coolly threw over his shoulder: "Kind o' place denies its customers a laugh?"

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Mathers watched Dean go with a scowl perfected over time and then turned on Reno. The town as a whole had agreed to let the good Doctor bring his nutcases in for a spell, but that didn't mean Mathers had to like it. His bar might have a reputation for being seedy, but flicking peanuts around was just too much. "Revisit them in your heads. If you're here to drink or gamble, do it. If you're here to flick peanuts around like four year olds, go to the park."

Out of the corner of his eye he saw what looked like a group of minors waltz in and he groaned. This was a bar, not a daycare center. "You're free to sit here with your friend, but don't go shooting the place up with peanuts or I'll kick you out."

With that he moved off to take care of his newest problem.

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Another snort slipped past Reno's lips as he followed Dean out the exit. Actually, that was one of his more tame experiences at a bar. Tseng would be proud. Or something.

He let the door swing shut behind him and tapped Dean on the arm with the back of his hand.

"I gotta go find my boss," he said, a wry smile still on his lips from the incident just back in the bar. "Don't get yourself kicked out of every place in town, yeah?"

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/244463.html?thread=17905647#t17905647).]

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"Later," he responded, the remains of a grin lingering on his face.