The streets of Milieux, Sunday afternoon

[givemethehunt]

It hadn't been easy, in fact, it had taken Dean since way too early that morning, finding a same-day autoglass place that was open on Sundays and that he could get a taxi from to a hospital to actually get his damned hand checked out. But now he was driving back through Milieux with a once-more perfect condition car, a heavy cast on his hand, and a bottle of prescription painkillers in his pocket that he wasn't likely to ever actually take.

He figured he'd do a circuit of the town, sort of a roving, car-based patrol, before heading back to the house. The three girls needed as much time to themselves as possible. And he had zero desire to wander into the middle of a bunch of girl-talk.

[ooc: for reformed_rogue]