[Casey can't seem to wind down. It's become pretty clear to him that he's going to have to fight about three times as hard to get any respect from anyone and it's put a serious bug up his butt. But after a few hours of running around the city, trying and failing to find a way to burn off his energy, he's ready for a drink and a sit-down.
But there just isn't a whole lot around here, except this bar, which, whatever, Casey's spent enough of his time in bars to know they'll sell him a soda or something, if begrudgingly. And nobody seems to want to give him a seat -though he walked in like he'd been here before, apparently you couldn't fool them- except for the old bald dude apparently preparing for the mother of all combovers.]
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But there just isn't a whole lot around here, except this bar, which, whatever, Casey's spent enough of his time in bars to know they'll sell him a soda or something, if begrudgingly. And nobody seems to want to give him a seat -though he walked in like he'd been here before, apparently you couldn't fool them- except for the old bald dude apparently preparing for the mother of all combovers.]