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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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?"

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