( Geralt's right — he usually is, the perceptive son of a bitch. It's the bar, the one that should've been home. The one that took potential out of his life with it when it burned.
They put in the same order, go figure, except Dean woefully laments the lack of jalapeno poppers and the guy running the joint looks at him sideways before he wanders off.
Man, he'd make so much freaking gold if he opened up his own restaurant. The universally displaced alone would keep him in business. )
Knock yourself out. Door's always open.
( Which is to say, door's always open for Geralt, and the other people he trusts at least a little. Also, speak of the devil- )
Might be a guy hanging out in there even when I'm not around. Amos is a regular.
( Figures Geralt might appreciate the heads-up. Strikes Dean as the slightly anti-social sort. He's gathered the two of them are cool, though, so probably ain't a problem. )
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They put in the same order, go figure, except Dean woefully laments the lack of jalapeno poppers and the guy running the joint looks at him sideways before he wanders off.
Man, he'd make so much freaking gold if he opened up his own restaurant. The universally displaced alone would keep him in business. )
Knock yourself out. Door's always open.
( Which is to say, door's always open for Geralt, and the other people he trusts at least a little. Also, speak of the devil- )
Might be a guy hanging out in there even when I'm not around. Amos is a regular.
( Figures Geralt might appreciate the heads-up. Strikes Dean as the slightly anti-social sort. He's gathered the two of them are cool, though, so probably ain't a problem. )