Characters:Wicked OTA Setting:NYC dive bar Content:Swearing and smoking Summary:After days of spy training(that's right SPY TRAINING!) Wicked decides to become better acquainted with the local bars stools.
Director Fury had kept his promise; Wicked was set up with a place to stay and compensation for her training. He was right, it wasn't easy but for a bed and a paycheck it was worth the long hours. The basics came naturally, she already didn't trust anyone and she lied on a daily basis, it was keeping her mouth shut she had trouble with. Could she help it if the agent they sent was a complete bitch? The nerve of her to ask Wicked to put out her cigarette!
Tonight she had time to herself and she had no plans to sleep it away. She had survived two weeks of super secret spy training and it was high time she became acquainted to her neighborhood bar. She grabbed her newest fake ID (old habits died hard), donned her blackest dress, laced up her steel-toed boots and made her way to the nearest dive bar where she could curl up inside a nice bottle of Jack.