Double Pup Post @ Las Manantas [ota]

[really_oldguy]

Methos was reconsidering his decision to eat at this establishment. It seemed to be owned by some manner of psychotic. First, the man had greeted him at the door in what appeared to be some sort of black and red luchador mask, only he had two dangerously sharp katanas strapped to his back and guns holstered at his hips. Then he'd more or less

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surprise me!

[5thcolumnfed]

Erica wanders inside the Mexican restaurant, drawn by the smell and as she got closer, the music. It was her weekend to work, and she figures being off on Monday, she deserves a margarita or two with a good meal. Sliding into a booth, she orders a drink as soon as the waitress comes over with chips and dip, then peruses the menu. She knows it's supposedly all about the chimichangas, but she wonders if there's anything else at least as good on the menu.

With an amused eye, she glances at the band and the guy dressed weird - whatever, this is the village and she's seen stranger things in New York - she pulls her still very white hair out of its ponytail and runs a hand through it, relaxing in the booth.

[mr_beaarthur]

Wade finished up playing with mariachi band, handing off the violin (which admittedly he didn't even really know how to play) to the actually violin player then sauntered over to the bar, and plopped into the seat next to her.

"Hey there, welcome to Las Manantas!"

[5thcolumnfed]

Erica can't help but grin, amused because other encounters in the village haven't gone well, but this seems promising.

"Evening. You own this place?"

[mr_beaarthur]

"I do." he grinned back through his mask, he held out a gloved hand, "Deadpool, nice to meet you!"

[5thcolumnfed]

"Erica Evans," she smiles, shaking his hand. "It's a pleasure. Is this what you do outside of the village too?"

She's guessing no, but what the hell.

[mr_beaarthur]

"Nope!" he shook his head, "I'm a mercenary!"

He looked quite proud of that fact too.

[5thcolumnfed]

Erica barks out a laugh, not really of disbelief but of surprise. It's not every day someone comes out and tells you that they're a mercenary."

Well, how about that? What army?" she asks curiously.

[mr_beaarthur]

"I'm Canadian originally, but I did a stint in the US Army. Some Black Ops.." which he shouldn't just be talking about all willy-nilly but Wade wasn't very good with secrets anymore, "Then I worked for Canada's Department K for a bit."

"But now I'm strictly freelance."

[5thcolumnfed]

"Well. You ever find yourself in my New York, look me up. I could use a mercenary. What's Department K?"

She sips her margarita, getting comfortable. He clearly didn't have a problem telling stories, and she already liked the conversation.

[mr_beaarthur]

"Department full the douchebags, that's what." he said emphatically, calling the bartender over to get him a margarita. They made it quickly and he lifted up the bottom half of his mask to drink, revealing his scarred face.

[5thcolumnfed]

Erica notices (how could she not) but doesn't say anything. She assumes that's the reason for the mask to begin with, and if he's hiding it, he'd rather the fact that he wears a mask be the conversation piece. Not the scars.

She's assuming.

"So, a mercenary and a terrorist walk into a bar..." she starts, offering up a piece of information about herself.

[mr_beaarthur]

"Terrorist?" he looked her over, "You don't look like one. I've been called one myself a couple times... not unwarranted."

[5thcolumnfed]

"Oh, the best terrorists never look like terrorists," she smirks, finishing her first drink and ordering another.

"I'm actually a terrorist ring leader back home. Part time. The rest of the time I work for the FBI, trying to...bring down my own group. It's a complicated day job," she smirks, then toasts him with her new glass.

[mr_beaarthur]

"Ah, well, if you're in charge of finding yourself, makes it easier to keep terrorizing." he gave an impressed nod, "Nice work. I'm impressed."

[5thcolumnfed]

She likes this guy, which is a testament to the power of the village, because she's not sure she'd hang out with a mercenary otherwise.

Well, unless you counted Kyle Hobbes. She doesn't.

"You could help me fight aliens. Something tells me you'd be good at it."

[mr_beaarthur]

He practically leapt up to his feet, "Shit, yeah! I've fought aliens load of times! I'm good at it. Stopped this one from making the entire human race into mindless idiots once!"