Dean had been in the bar a few days, long enough that he was familiar with how things worked. More or less, anyway. He was sitting at a booth near the observation window, watching the colliding worlds destroy each other, with an odd fascination.
Maybe someone would like to come and talk to him, before he goes mad from boredom. He has a beer and a pizza, he's willing to share the pizza, even though he could eat the entire pie by himself, he probably shouldn't.
Maybe someone would like to come and talk to him, before he goes mad from boredom. He has a beer and a pizza, he's willing to share the pizza, even though he could eat the entire pie by himself, he probably shouldn't.