Mercenary Scum: Fem OC X Male Reader Insert!

Chapter 3: Bar Brawl

- 1 Day After Deployment -

Flannery: "Only now I've noticed, Vale's a pretty nice city. Look, see all the buildings?"

Oliver: "What about the buildings?"

The olive-haired boy asked the taller one.

Flannery: "Same flippin' ones I've seen in any darn city I've been in!"

The two of them laughed. (Y/N) and Dreadshot were leading the group a few steps ahead. Headed for the lesser sections of Vale, where Dreadshot told them about a bar where she's in good terms with the owner. The four walked down the street after a long day of patrol. Eyed by civilians and huntsmen alike, though (Y/N) heard that a fight broke out between one such 'Team CFVY' and A Mercenary team under some guy named Roman Torchwick. Though CFVY was punished for it as the Mercs were all under Atlas protection for the entirety of their time here.

(Y/N): "Haven't had a beer in ages."

Dreadshot: "Same. I'm dying for one, especially since our 18 hour patrols began."

Flannery: "Hate that number with my guts now and I'm bloody 18!"

Eventually, the four made it to a bar. Named 'Junior's Bar.' (Y/N) removed his headphones, nodding a little.

(Y/N): "Creative as ever."

Dreadshot: "What? Story location?"

(Y/N): "No idiot, the name of the bar."

(Y/N) scolded. Dreadshot shoved his shoulder as the four made it in. People were already there, dancing, drinking and partying.

Junior: "Ah, new customers. Miss Dreadshot! You've come back as well."

Dreadshot: "How's it hanging Junior?"

The sniper asked, Junior shrugged.

Junior: "Business has risen by 0.5% over the last few months. That's something."

Just then, Flannery stepped forward. His Gatsby hat and smacked Junior's arm with it.

Flannery: " 'nough with the chitchat and whatnot. Where's the beer?"

He asked. Junior showed the Merc team an empty table. The four all requested various drinks, and continued talking the night away while they awaited their beverages.

Oliver: "... and so I said, this face-mask isn't pointless. Your sword's pointless!"

Dreadshot snickered while the boys broke down and smacked the table in tears.

(Y/N): "Well crap that was quite blunt of you! Bah ha ha ha!"

Oliver laughed harder, Flannery covered himself with his hat while he cackled like a madman into it. Only then did their beers finally arrive. They all toasted fo themselves, and to the 2 billion they would receive if when they eventually finished their guard rounds and the Vytal Festival ended.

(Y/N): "Do you know what I'm gonna buy? I'm gonna buy a boat, a-a golden boat full of girls. And... and make the base float!"

He hollered, downing another gulp of his glass.

Dreadshot: "The most advanced HUD scopes and whatever armour piercing rounds Atlaa can produce."

Flannery: "A better trench coat that's for sure. No contest"

Oliver: "Some food. Some food for me and my mum back in Mantle. A better life too."

Oliver wholeheartedly proclaimed, (Y/N) patted him on his back as Flannery clinked glasses with him.