She was quite literally the definition of out of anyones league, and most definetly his.
Weasel and Wade both knew this, but that didn't stop the creation of a betting pool of who'd be able to successfully obtain the number of the assassin in black, that sat at the third stool of the bar every Tuesday and Thursday night.
She went by 'Indigo' which was established from the Dead Pool. A constant mystery, she was—no known attendants had bet on her, and yet she held the highest payout at $400 (two times Wade's), and the only small information they'd gotten on her was her age, 27.
Everyone that took the stools beside her had been set up for failure and embarrassment—each one either ending up behind their stools, on the floor, ass up and unconscious, or bruised in various places, and she seemed to prefer aiming for the face or nether regions.
It was an extremely dangerous game, and Wade didn't mind playing each time she stepped foot into Sister Margaret's.
