The Adventures Of Venom

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"I'll take 5 shots of whiskey with weed sprinkled on top" Alex demanded with a smug grin on her face as she slapped her hands on top of the bar's counter.

"How do you keep getting inside!" Weasel shouted with a groan. He set the glass down that he had been cleaning and flipped the towel over his shoulder.

Alex slid onto a bar stool and rested her elbows on the counter of the bar, "My mom said I was special," She said with a head tilt and innocent smile.

"Your mom lied. Why are you even here? Don't you have homework to do?" He rested his hands on his hips with a frown.

"Don't you have better security to hire?" She quipped back before waving her hand through the air, "I'm looking for Wade. Where is he?" She asked Weasel as she watched him roll his eyes.

"How the fuck would I know?"

"Because he's always here!" Alex groaned leaning back on the stool before snapping it back to the ground, "The smell of blood, piss, and drugs attracts him here! So, where is he?" Alex persisted as she leaned forward.

Weasel groaned as he grabbed the towel from his shoulder and picked up another dirty glass before he began to wipe it clean, "He's on a hit. Think he'll be back early next week" he informed her.

"What! Next week! That's so long!" Alex gasped with wide eyes, "How long does it take to do a hit?!"

Weasel rolled his eyes -that was a common thing to do around Alex- as he cleaned the glass, "Don't care. Half the time he just stalks the person and eats take out"

Alex groaned as she slumped forward across the bar, "But a week... it's so long, and I'm bored" She whined. Her voice was practically the personification of :(

"Well go cry about it at another bar. You scare off customers"

"I can't go to another bar! I'm not of age!"

"Use your fake ID for all I care. You're bad for business" He waved her off as he sat the glass down and picked up another one.

Alex sat up with an offended look, "How dare you imply I have a fake ID! I am a tax paying American citizen!"

"I saw Wade give you one," Weasel pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

"Whether I have a fake ID or not-"

"-Which you do"

"-no one will let me into bars, I guess I still look too young... Not the point, can I at least get a drink?" She begged.

"You're what? 12? Wait at least 8 years then come talk to me"

"I'm fuckin 17" Alex grumbled with a pout, "And I'm talking about that secret stash of juice boxes and sodas you keep back there. I know you have some, Wade told me you did" She argued as she pointed at a partially hidden box.

Weasel groaned as he slammed down the glass and flipped the towel back over his shoulder before bending down and rummaging through the box, "I knew I shouldn't have told that dick about my stash." He grumbled as he pulled out some apple juice, Coca-Cola, and Fanta.

"You get one" Weasel said as he set up the drinks in front of Alex. Before she could reach out to grab one he blocked it with his hand, "And you have to leave"

Alex froze as she debated this. In the end she nodded and continued to reach for the Fanta. Weasel allowed her to grab it and took the other two drinks back and set them inside the box again.

"Now scram" Weasel instructed as he nodded his head over in the direction of the exit.

Alex grinned as she wiggled her finger under the tab of the van and flicked it open. She raised the can to her lips and took a victorious sip of the orange Fanta as she hopped down from the bar stool and walked out of the bar with a wave.