The Wrong Sort of Bar For Normal People, New York City - Saturday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

Oh yes, you could tell it was a proper Marvel bar when people didn't so much as look twice at a guy in a red costume, carrying swords and guns wandered on in. There might have even been a small group at the end of the bar in horrifyingly bright colors that showed off their career choices.

No, not drag performers.

Or actors.

"I think we're supposed to start on beer. Or is it liquor? I'm pretty sure it's beer, though. Just as long as you don't drink anything girly after."

[[For a Skywalker]]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"And you're also not a cheap date, but we don't hold that against you." Yet. "So, should we start macho posturing now? I've got stories."

[sith_happened]

"Oh, do tell," Anakin said, reaching for the second shot. "Beat up anyone at school I know and don't like?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'm not allowed to do that anymore," Deadpool whined. "Not even that Max guy!"

[sith_happened]

"Why not?" Anakin demanded sulkily. "He's such an asshole." He turned to the bartender. "Tequila shots, please."

Because nights that started with tequila shots always ended well.