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[Wade grins at that.]

Hey, she's got good taste. I'm something of a connoisseur of edged weapons myself, and I gotta admit that thing is pretty sexy. Nerdiness aside, I mean. Almost wanna see how she'd perform in my hands, know what I mean?

[It's at that point that the waitress comes over to take their order. Wade quickly peruses the menu behind the bar and, seeing a name jump out of him, orders a Smoking Gun.]

You're buyin' this round, right Trav? How 'bout we add a plate of wings to that? All this talk about fightin' and weapons is makin' me kinda peckish.

Maybe in a little while I'll let you take a spin. So long as you promise to be gentle.

[Who can say whether that's the protagonist banter or real flirting. Wrow. At any rate, Travis is going for a plain ol' gimlet -- he's gotten real into gin lately.]

Why not. You heard the guy, let's get an appetizer going too. [He winks at the waitress; she grins, scribbles down their order, and heads off.]

Heh. I dunno-- somethin' tells me your lady might enjoy a little roughness. Can't promise I'll always be gentle, but I'll do my best to be sweet.

[Wade raises his eyebrows and nods in silent approval at Travis's selection-- he also has grown to enjoy a nice gin, and not just because his actor is now a spokesperson for one of them-- and leans back in his chair to wait for his order.]

So! Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself, Mr. Touchdown? In a non-meta sense, I mean. What do you get up to when you're not randomly picking fights with strangers?

[That... doesn't leave a whole lot left, Wade.]

[he chuckles--] Hey, she's a tough gal, but she appreciates it.

[It's been a little while since he's had to really introduce himself like this. Largely, his reputation tends to precede him-- assassin of legend, famed jerkass gamer-- but often people just... don't really ask. Travis shrugs.]

I'm a pretty simple guy, work aside. I'm real into games and anime and stuff. Fell sorta off the pro-wrestling boat when I didn't have cable for a while [TOUGH TO GET WHEN YOU'RE IN THE FOREST...] but that's a big one too. Before I got here I'd been moving around a lot-- you know, keeping a low profile-- so I've been having a lot of fun just working on my bike and letting the road take me places.

Sounds kinda like my life back home. Pretty sure I got safehouses in all fifty states. Pay out the ass in HOA taxes, lemme tell you.

[It's about this time that the waitress returns with their drinks and their appetizer platter, and Wade flashes her his most winning smile in thanks before taking one of the wings off of the plate.]

Wouldn't trade it for the world, though. Traveling to interesting locales, killing high-rolling douchebags and getting paid for it? Only way to fly, in my opinion. You just can't get that sort of thing in an office job.

[He takes a bite of the chicken wing.]

Mph. Oh yeah, there we go. That's the shit right there. Might wanna get some before I eat this whole plate, Trav.

[Travis relates to absolutely none of what Wade has just said. Not in the least.

He's under no illusions: he knows just how badly he'd been getting fleeced by his "handler" in the early years of his career. Hearing the actual lived experience of another killer, though-- none of the bullshit spectacle of the above-ground, someone who'd always been in on the deepest levels of their line of business-- sets the distance between them in a relief so stark he can almost feel the whiplash. He's got the trailer, a manor he'd "inherited" from Death Metal, the same old motel room, and his bike. None of the life of globetrotting and luxury that Wade seems to hint at. For a second he craves it jealously, thrown all the way back to his hungry 27-year-old self: all that Travis had wanted was that life of ease and luxury. In the blink of an eye a decade of his life returns, and the thought of paying fuckin' taxes on safehouses just makes him feel exhausted.

The thoughts dig into him, little feline claws sinking under his skin. Maybe this is the actual midlife crisis: feeling like you've burned out before you really even had the chance to get started.]

Huh? [Food, thank God. Food is the great equalizer. The wings knock him out of his reverie long enough to grab a flat.] Yeah, lemme get one of those.

[He tears into it; it is, of course, delicious. Everything he's eaten here has been.]

Well, I did say I was taking a break before I got here. I've had a few good matchups in the last few months, but none of it was for cash... just getting some stuff squared up before I can get back to doing what I do best.

[The killing. The heart of the life they lead, at least, will always make sense.]

[Luckily for Travis, Wade doesn't notice the existential crisis the other man is going through right now. He's more focused on looking at this world and its denizens, doing a bit of mild people watching as he samples the bar's (admittedly delectable) food and drink.

It's the most normal he's felt since arriving here, although maybe it's the company he's currently with. Having a fellow assassin to compare notes does give him a bit of normalcy. He supposes that'd be strange to someone who hasn't had the life they've had.]

Hey, no judgments here. Sometimes you need to take a break. What's some of the stuff you're gettin' squared up, by the way? Probably gonna have to look into making some extra spending cash myself.

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Ah, it's nothing like that... a lot of personal business, you know. Some scores I needed to settle. Had to throw some dickheads off my trail, too.

[And, ideally, off his family's trail...]

Typical spin-off stuff. It's gonna be right back to work when I get home. Whenever I get home, anyway.

Spin-offs, huh? I know what that's like. Once had a stint where I had to deal with a zombie apocalypse, that was fun.

[...You mean the one-shot where every single superhero died except you? Yeah, that was a barrel of laughs. Almost as fun as that one where you killed everyone.]

What're you doin' to pass the time here, though? Again, aside from picking fights on the street and getting your ass handed to you.

Damn. Brutal.

[UNFORTUNATELY, he's not the twin who likes Marvel... so that just sounds like fun times to him.]

Hey, I just got here too. I barely know where anything is yet, minus the nearest convenience store and the arcade. I'll give you an answer when I've got an answer.

[Brutal is definitely the word for it-- felt like he was moving through a world of black and white most of the time. Wade's expression brightens at the mention of the arcade.]

Well, at least they've got entertainment here. Good to know I can fall back on Skee-Ball if things get too hectic. Ever try it? Draws way less of a crowd than just randomly attacking people.

[He flashes Travis a cheeky wink. It's gonna be a while before he lets him live this one down.]

Okay, now you're just rubbing it in.

[Skee-ball? Really?]

I haven't played that since I was, like, a teen. I was paying more attention to all the video games, but I bet they've got something like that over there. Everybody likes puttin' balls in holes.

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