Mainland - Hooters, Sunday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

There was never anything quite so appealing as a bar filled with women in tight shirts who served damn good hot wings.

Deadpool loved him some hot wings.

"I love me some hot wings," He said, as if to prove the narrative correct. Of course, he wasn't looking at wings. More at the white meat variety.

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[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"I just don't see the problem with meaningless paid services with a civil servant," Weasel said, patting him on the back again.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...no blondes!" Wade muttered, still with his forehead meeting the bar top.

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure we could get you a brunette," Weaz said, soothingly, and stole Wade's beer while he was busy.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"And no short girls."

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"No short girls," Weaz echoed, taking a long drink from Wade's glass. "I know a place." Look! Danger of death by sexually frustrated mercenary, succesfully averted.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

He was an evil man, leading Wade down the path of sin and prostitution and-- "Can we go now?"

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"Sure, bud," he said, "Can you pay? Minsc just got me an IOU."

And emptied Wade's glass for good measure.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade muttered something about gambling hamsters but threw a few twenties at the bar and stood up. "This place better be good."

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"Oh, trust me," Weaz said, grinning all the while out, "It's awesome."

And he'd probably get a kickback for introducing a new client, too. Provided Wade didn't kill anyone.