_gingersnaps (_gingersnaps) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-08-12 15:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | #week: 3, &day: tuesday, *character: angela del toro (dropped), *character: wade wilson (dropped), @location: jannati city (general), ~thread: abandon |
Who: Wade and Ginger
Where: Seedy little dive bar in Jannati
When: Week 3. Tuesday. Late Evening.
Rating: NSFW language
Status: Closed, in-progress
God, this town was so...quaint. Whatever underground was around here, they were certainly good at keeping it there and after a long day of being stone walled, Ginger was in no mood to spend the rest of her day locked up inside project warehouse. If she couldn't find the contacts they needed to drum up some work by going to them, then fuck'em, they could come to her for the rest of the night.
Once she'd gotten home though she was greeted by Wade and not the raccoon. Of course he'd fucked off as soon as he'd nailed her. She'd gotten sentimental and forgave him and now the bastard was gone again. Let him get his ass tossed back behind bars, whatever. Her foul mood mollified slightly by the fact that Wade at least seemed genuinely happy to have some company again. And it helped that even if he was a little off at times, he wasn't a bad looking man. Plus she hated drinking alone, though she would do it if she had no other choice in the matter.
Now either Wade's sense of direction was really bad, or much like her, he had an internal magnet for trouble as once it was agreed that heading out and getting fucked up was in order for the evening, the pair had found what she could only describe as a hole in the wall that even the cartel would think twice about going into. Unfortunately, neither of them thought once about it as they strolled right in as if they were suppose to be there and found a table surrounded by everyone else in the middle of the room.
The tequila was flowing and it was pretty damn good for American shit and it was definitely doing it's job as she slammed her third empty shot glass down onto the table top. "No, no..You said five before. Not seven." Ginger said as she picked up her beer bottle and took a swig from it, "Are you sure you're remembering this right?"