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lucas

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Lucas comes downstairs, heads over to the bar, and reclaims his laundry.

Hyde is there, arms folded, peering at Lucas' laundry.

"You can do laundry here?" He is perplexed. No one tells him anything.

Lucas glances round at him.

"One of the security team told me to leave it on the bar and it'd be done. Seems her brother's on punishment duty."

"Yeah, doing someone else's laundry sounds like punishment to me." Hyde shakes his poodleriffic head. Then looks Lucas over and says...

"Nice jacket."

Lucas nods an acknowledgment.

"Nice hair." There's not a trace of insincerity in his voice.

Hyde nods back. His hair does not.

"Did you actually come here with enough clothes to do laundry? I pretty much have the clothes on my back." Which are currently his denim vest, Polly's Deep Purple shirt, flared jeans, pot leaf buckle on his belt, and his old crusty beige heeled boots.

"Yeah, I'm roadtripping. So I've got my bag."

"Cool." Hyde, who is rather cool himself, nods. "Where to?"

"Coast to coast."

Hyde nods again. "Sweet. Starting from where?"

"East to west. I'm from near Atlantic City."

"Bitchin'." Hyde's hands fall to his belt buckle, his thumbs attaching there. "I've always wanted to go to the East Coast, man. See New York."

"Yeah? Where're you from?"

"Wisconsin." The word hangs as heavily in the air as a cartoon anvil, ready to drop on the conversation and flatten it out into evilness. Or something.

Lucas looks solemn.

"You have my sympathies."

Hyde nods, sighing a little. "Thanks, man. But if I've made it this long, I guess I'll survive."

He leans up against the bar. "So how'd you get here? Just come in the front door?"

"Yeah. On my bike, actually, it was supposed to be a parking garage."

"I bet you were confused as I was."

Hyde smiles. He likes this guy. He's...cool.

Lucas smiles back.

"At first, yeah. Lots of people around to explain stuff, though."

"I've noticed that." Hyde lets a thoughtful pause sink in. "But how much does anyone really know, man? I wonder."

Lucas shrugs.

"As long as they know where things are and how to get food and drink, that's enough."

"There's that much, yeah. Stupid rats." Hyde glares at one as it scurries past, then regains his cool.

"So how long you think you'll stick around, man?"

"I'm not sure. I'm not bored yet."

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