River Park, Thursday evening
In light of his first day back at work, Dean had come to a very important decision.
He was going to go off alone somewhere, sit back, relax, and get quietly and obliteratingly shitfaced.
Which is how he ended up here, back against a tree, canteen of Wild Turkey in his fist, staring at the river. He figured Lana was the only one who tended to show up here, and if she showed up -- well, at least she wasn't terribly likely to hit him. Glare or give him one of those long, pitying looks, maybe, but if he was drunk enough, it'd be a long, pitying, blurry look, and he figured he could handle that.
"Oh Wild Turkey," he mumbled to his canteen. "You my only friend."
[ooc: Open, should anyone wanna come punch find him. Topic of conversation with Lana NFB, please.]
He was going to go off alone somewhere, sit back, relax, and get quietly and obliteratingly shitfaced.
Which is how he ended up here, back against a tree, canteen of Wild Turkey in his fist, staring at the river. He figured Lana was the only one who tended to show up here, and if she showed up -- well, at least she wasn't terribly likely to hit him. Glare or give him one of those long, pitying looks, maybe, but if he was drunk enough, it'd be a long, pitying, blurry look, and he figured he could handle that.
"Oh Wild Turkey," he mumbled to his canteen. "You my only friend."
[ooc: Open, should anyone wanna come punch find him. Topic of conversation with Lana NFB, please.]