"What do you mean I ruined your life? I don't remember us ever sleeping together. If you caught any STDs, that has nothing to do with me."
Wade gave Weasel a disdainful little look, then even pulled out a bottle of disinfectant from the My Little Pony Backpack on his back to wash his hands, looking thoroughly terrified.
After all, the only healthy parts left on his body were his eyeballs and his dick. If either one had a problem, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Weasel was a young man in his twenties, slightly cross-eyed and wearing a pair of unfashionable oversized glasses. His greasy black hair looked like it had not been washed in ages, and he carried a sour smell. With his unshaven face, he looked utterly disheveled.
The bartender slowly edged his way over to Wade. Even with the bar between them, he did not relax until he was sure Deathstroke was not going to kill him.
"After you fucking left with that Canadian, I was really worried about you. I tried to find someone to ask where you'd gone for treatment, but the day after you left..." Weasel hooked a thumb over his shoulder, terror written all over his face. "The very next day, someone killed a weasel behind the bar. That bastard ripped its head off and wrote on the wall in blood: 'Keep sticking your nose in, and you're next.' That was aimed at me!"
It had scared the hell out of him. Although Weasel had immediately realized that the so-called Experimental Therapy was probably shady, he had not dared investigate any further.
They were usually on good terms, sure, but if lives were at stake, then Wade could just go die on his own. There was no need