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"How about the Dragon? I kinda feel like having a drink as well." Vincent says as he climbs into the truck and slips the key into place. He turns it once and it sputteres, but on the second time it purrs to life and he laughs a little. "My dad bought this when he was a kid, and it was brand new then," he explains, "and I'm about the only place to get a car looked over in a hundred miles...sad huh?"

Shaking his head he puts it in reverse and backs out, then drive and they start down the road into town. The Dragon is a local bar, more of a tavern like they used to have back during the time of knights and stuff really. People go there to drink, listen to music and bands, play cards, tell stories, everything really. And the old guy who owns it will even rent out the extra room upstairs to someone every now and then. They also serve just about every kind of food you could want because, well, let's face it, this place used to be California.