Magic McCree (not the original)

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"That fucker." Five minutes before McCree had to go on stage. He thought about how he lost a bet to Genji. Now he's stuck working a night as a stripper. How'd he even get to this point? Why did he even agree to this? Agree to wearing short short jeans, wearing a tight plaid button up and a generic cowboy hat. The pistols he has now are just fake and rubber... "This sucks."
He sat and thought back to what happened.

-a while ago-

McCree stared at Hanzo from afar, admiring him meditating. It was calm and kind of peaceful to watch. But at the same time, McCree knew it was kinda weird. "Having fun Jesse?" McCree sighed and nodded, "He's a sight alright~. I just wish I could get him." "Why can't you just talk to him?" "He doesn't seem the one to be bothered. I gotta respect that."
Genji kneeled, "You know you'll get nowhere if you don't talk to him." "The guy doesn't even laugh Genji." The cyborg was quiet for a moment. "How bout we make a bet." "Mc'scuse me?" "Yes, a bet. Tonight me and Mercy are going to a bar and they need dancers. We were considering taking Hanzo. If I can make him laugh you be a dancer. If he doesn't, I be a dancer. Then you can spend some time with him and Mercy."
McCree considered it for a moment. "Fine." Genji shook his hand then jogged off to Hanzo. "He can't make him laugh." Hanzo smiled. "No way." The archer chuckled. "Please no." Then laughed.
Genji walked back to him then patted his back, "Dooders. 7. Your outfit will be waiting."