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Pulling his jacket closer to his body, Brass mumbled under his breath about the idiotic climate changes of the desert. At least in New Jersey, there was a White Christmas some years. Las Vegas apparently felt no need to atone for its cold snaps.
At least he knew Vegas now, just as well has he had known New Jersey. Callahan's was his haunt, just as Flynn's had been almost thirty years ago. A little bar on a side street, and it's only neon lights came from signs that said Bud and Coors. Opening the door, he looked down at his feet, shaking some stray ice off of his shoes. But when he looked back up, he was in a bar, but it certainly wasn't Callahan's. No way Teddy had come into enough money to do the place up this nice, even in Vegas.
Was he really tired enough to stumble into the wrong bar? Man, what a day. And he probably shouldn't be drinking.
But then again, one couldn't hurt, and he could always call a cab.
At least he knew Vegas now, just as well has he had known New Jersey. Callahan's was his haunt, just as Flynn's had been almost thirty years ago. A little bar on a side street, and it's only neon lights came from signs that said Bud and Coors. Opening the door, he looked down at his feet, shaking some stray ice off of his shoes. But when he looked back up, he was in a bar, but it certainly wasn't Callahan's. No way Teddy had come into enough money to do the place up this nice, even in Vegas.
Was he really tired enough to stumble into the wrong bar? Man, what a day. And he probably shouldn't be drinking.
But then again, one couldn't hurt, and he could always call a cab.