Dodge City DC
Though it doesn’t really matter what day he chooses to go out drinking—having no real job allows him to be picky—the weekend just seems to make sense. There always tends to be more people around, allowing him to mingle with new faces and meet prospective new friends. Having a few more of those is always useful. It keeps him from bothering those in his crew, a few of which preferred to separate their life of crime from normality.
Dodge City steadily became his usual haunt. It was one of the few bars that acted more like a club than one of the stuffy establishments he had come across before. Free flowing beer, live music, and lively bartenders make this place a keeper regardless of the bad luck he’s had here now and then. He didn’t make it a point to find a date every weekend but, lately, his interests had turned a bit more in that direction despite his continued karma.
Tonight he’s taking it a bit easy; his back is still sore from a heist earlier that evening and though he’s still restless from adrenaline, he’s too far focused on celebrating not only the success but coming out of the fire fight unwounded. He’s three beers in by time he turns his attention away from his private party to take note of the small crowd behind him.
