Post by cristal on Jan 17, 2012 3:42:07 GMT -5
Wade had left the park and the perspiring ice cream vendor far behind, and now, wandered through the posh plaza walkway, intent on a destination. He had stopped dragging the small girl dubbed Bunny along behind him, and hasn't turned to check to see if she still followed, however he was sure she would be as he had mentioned the magical 'C' word earlier. Why exactly he had promised more sugary junk food to this girl he barely knew, he had no idea, but surely he'd loose the tag-a-long before she reached 'bouncing off the walls' levels. Surely.
Still not checking for the small figure to follow him, Deadpool stepped off the main thoroughfare, and made his way into a small, much overlooked ally. North Salem was certainly the richer part of New York, but it had it's dark crevices just like any other part of the world. And inhabiting this shady hidey-hole, like a cockroach hunkered beneath the floors of an Olive Garden, was 'The Sports Bar'. A tiny, run down building that was ignored so long as the 'well-to-do' passerby couldn't spot it in the dim ally.
After all, rich people needed a place to acquire loans from folks who never do back ground checks, and place large bets on anything from sporting events, to illegally held back-ally poker tournament's. Just so long as they remember that a pair of busted knee caps could be a down payment should they forget to front the cash on time...
Wade strode through the creaky front door, a small, broken, and dirty bell tied to the door frame tried pathetically to chime as the door hit it, but only managed to make a tiny, dull clink.
Wade approached the bar and took a seat on the stool, finally turning to make sure Bunny had made the trip along with him.
Still not checking for the small figure to follow him, Deadpool stepped off the main thoroughfare, and made his way into a small, much overlooked ally. North Salem was certainly the richer part of New York, but it had it's dark crevices just like any other part of the world. And inhabiting this shady hidey-hole, like a cockroach hunkered beneath the floors of an Olive Garden, was 'The Sports Bar'. A tiny, run down building that was ignored so long as the 'well-to-do' passerby couldn't spot it in the dim ally.
After all, rich people needed a place to acquire loans from folks who never do back ground checks, and place large bets on anything from sporting events, to illegally held back-ally poker tournament's. Just so long as they remember that a pair of busted knee caps could be a down payment should they forget to front the cash on time...
Wade strode through the creaky front door, a small, broken, and dirty bell tied to the door frame tried pathetically to chime as the door hit it, but only managed to make a tiny, dull clink.
Wade approached the bar and took a seat on the stool, finally turning to make sure Bunny had made the trip along with him.