Re: Wade Wilson & Gordon Malloy
Wade glanced up at the front of the area where Darce was about to lay on the bell signalling the end of the round. "Hey! Before we get rudely interrupted," he reached into one of the pouches on his suit and yoinked out an old receipt from Beaver Creek Nursery (turns out they didn't sell creeks OR beavers, but he had bought a plant that looked like a big ole phallus anyhow.)
Flipping the receipt over, Wade took a pencil stub out of the same pocket, and scribbled down his info before sliding it across the table just as the bell rang. "Call me, ok? Except on Sundays at 6pm because that's usually bath time."