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Hyde likes to sit down and join people out of the blue. Hey, it's in canon.

He pulls out a chair across from Lucas. "Hey, man." His voice is a bit strained with smoke and sleep.

Lucas glances up and nods to him.

"Hey."

"What's up?"

Hyde's in the process of pulling his back of Marlboro reds and his lighter out of his jeans. Takes a little bit, since he's effectively sitting on them.

"Nothing much. Just people-watching. You?"

Hyde nods, once. "Same."

He wordlessly offers Lucas his pack of smokes.

Lucas takes one with a nod of thanks and produces a lighter of his own from somewhere.

"You been home?"

Hyde sticks a smoke between his lips and gets out his '40s redheaded pinup girl lighter. It makes a huuuuuuuuge flame.

"Yeah." He takes a drag, snorting smoke out his nostrils. "Twice, even. Looks like I'm not stuck here. Or there. Thank god."

He smirks at Lucas. "You?"

"Not yet. I'm pretty sure I can leave - the door opens and everything - I just don't feel like it yet."

"Can't blame ya there, man." Hyde takes a look around the bar. He looks bored.

"Fucked anyone cute yet?"

"Not yet. I'm still choosing."

Hyde cackles, his tongue sticking out of his mouth a bit.

"Got yer eye on anyone, man?"

"No one in particular. There's no shortage here."

"'S true." Hyde's suddenly wishing he had a beer. "But some of them are prudes, man. You gotta watch out."

"I'll take that into consideration", Lucas responds, then decides, "I'm getting a drink. Do you want one?"

"Yeah." Hyde tilts his head, appraising Lucas "How old're you?"

"21. You?"

Hyde grins. "Younger than you. I'll have a beer."

"Beer it is."

He gets up and heads for the bar, coming back with two beers. He pushes one across the table to Hyde.

"Thanks, man." Hyde picks up the bottle and takes a long swig. He kicks out one of the spare chairs and puts his booted feet up on it. And now, with his beer and his smoke and his feet on a chair, he nearly feels normal.

"So what else're you up to?"

"Not much, really. Talking to people down here, reading. There's been a few parties."

"Yeah, I've been to a few of those. Which ones did you crash?"

Hyde's already making short work of his beer. It's just a beery day.

Lucas is working on his too.

"Christmas and New Year's."

Hyde nods. "Yeah, me too. Were those holidays going on where you're from, man?"

"It was that time of year, yes. Wasn't it for you?"

Hyde shakes his head. Curls fly.

"Nope."

His expression suggests that he thinks that's pretty dang weird.

Lucas considers.

"Huh. Not the strangest thing I've heard of here."

"Yeah, me either. The difference is it has to do with me."

Hyde takes a rather emphatic drag, as if to prove his point. Somehow.

Lucas looks amused, taking a drink of beer and a drag on his cigarette in quick succession.

"That's a very good point."

"Damn right it is. Tell me, Lucas."

Hyde leans forward. He's getting the conspiratorial gleam in his eye.

"Do you have any clue why yer here, man? Any at all?"

"No. I thought I was driving into a parking garage. Do you?"

"I thought I was going to my friend's basement, like I do pretty much every day of my fucking life."

Hyde's now somewhere between conspiratorial and bitter.

"So is it good or bad that you were brought here?"

Hyde throws up his hands. "Who can say, man. I still can't. I'm working on it, though."

He mutters to himself, "...At least it's a change of scenery."

"Interesting, too."