Grab your gun it's time to go to Hell, I'm no hero, guilty as charged.

[freestyle_one]

Kate didn't like small towns. She wasn't a small town kind of girl, never had been. She'd spent most of her career, and life hopping between one big city and another. Chicago, New York, Montreal, everything in between was just travel time. She wasn't sure what it was about small towns that made her twitchy, maybe it was the familiarity of it all.

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[torndownsoldier]

[Dean enters the bar not shortly after, hopping on to a barstool with the ease of someone who probably spends a lot of time in them. He orders a beer with a grin and leans back, downing half the contents in one.

Looking around the bar, Dean seems to be sourcing everyone out. He finally settles on Kate, grinning at her when she looks up. He'll get round to the whole coming on to her thing but first! Beer!]

[freestyle_one]

Kate's tapping her nails impatiently on the counter when the new arrival slides into the barstool next to her. She managed to firmly ignore him for a total of five minutes before he managed to catch her gaze, grinning widely. Of course, and now to fend off soe other enthusiastic local boy, it's not a new game, but it could be amusing.

She shifts in her seat, letting their eyelines mingle for a total of three seconds before turning her attention back to the last line of dark liquid in her shot glass.

[torndownsoldier]

[Dean drains the rest of his beer, buzzed on the night and the fact that he's alive. He orders another and gets the bartender to fill Kate's up but still doesn't move over]

[freestyle_one]

The bartender slides another glass across the bar at her, and explains with a decidedly lewd wink who it's from. Kate's liking this town less and less. She swivels her stool, to face the cheeky local at the end of the bar.

"So, you can't think of a pickup line, or you're hoping that after three more of these you won't need one, which is it?"