A Diner - New Bremen, Ohio - Wednesday Evening

[6buckstohisname]

So, maybe a quick trip out to Ohio for a job the week of the 4th wasn't exactly Dean's best plan. But, on the plus side, the one decent place in town served the best breakfasts ever. Even for dinner.

Count Dean as a happy camper.

"This is so much easier when I can use the cop credentials," he muttered, clearing blaming his companion.

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[lovemykilt]

"Dude, I told you," Priestly said, poking at his french toast (he could totally make it better, grumble grumble chef indignity). "We can just tell them I work undercover!"

[6buckstohisname]

"Yeah, in this town?"

[lovemykilt]

Okay, that was kind of a point. "Punks are everywhere," he defended, a bit lamely. "Just as much as rednecks are, anyway."

Yeah, Dean, that's right. He just called you a redneck.

[6buckstohisname]

Excuse you. He was country chic.

"Not in Ohio they're not," Dean shot back.