"Yeah, it's crazy. I'm always going somewhere. Sometimes there's actually a story. Sometimes not."

Dean finished off his breakfast, glad Nathaniel hadn't asked too much more about his job. He kind of didn't like lying to the guy, but it was a necessary thing. He'd hate being chucked out even more. It had happened before.

He smiled as he leaned back in his seat. "Now, there's a real job. I think it'd be fun to own a bar."