Ms granny stayed in the corner of the bar she was old in age, one the older mercenaries that stuck around even if she barely did anything anymore. Sweet old lady if you’re on her good side, and nice soul.

A mercenary called domino was humming as she spent her truthfully hard owned money, that she stole, or rather won in the casino with her game of luck. She liked you decent, you weren’t annoying yet hold enough innocent but you were no baby to coddle, didn’t stop the little coddling everyone did to you still even her a little.

wade, also known as Deadpool he didn’t bother to hide his identity half the time leaned against the new bar, he didn’t know your age nobody did. They knew you were young most assumed 20 or something close. Nothing under 18. No why would they think that, weasel is smart enough to not hire literal teenagers right.

weasel at the very moment was in his office doing work while you managed the cash register, Deadpool looked. At you and decided to introduce himself “heya sweet cheeks your new around here aren’t ya” he said in a tone that sounded both zesty yet manly. It was confusing. When he heard your voice and hour called everyone sir, mam, mister or misses he made a comment on it when you referred to weasel as ‘mr weasel’ “weasel must jerk off to that little act” he commented obviously joking around with you being a goody two shoes.