Bullseye takes the note and reads it. And reads it aloud. And reads it aloud
again. And then it's his turn to pretend he's trying not laugh. He sees the welding torch and hands you back the napkin.
"That... that is some bullshit. Not gonna ask who the client is, but I wanna know who he thinks he is, with this crap. Dunno what he's got over you but..." He's a little drunk. Maybe a little emotional.
"You... uh... you need a little help renegotating your contract?"
Assuming you're declining and giving him any reason.
He looks down at this phone, and then shows it to you:
quote:
UNKNOWN CALLER
$12M for pics of spiderman. head shots only.
Bullseye shrugs.
"I'm not going to screw up my SHIELD deal for less than retirement money. If all you want is for me to do the job I'm already being paid for, I'll pull my punches as much as I can afford to."
He smirks, pours a packet of roasted peanuts out on the table, and
flicks one across the room. Moments later, you hear gasping and choking from the across the room-- several costumed villains on the
Righteous Scumbags and Villains side of the bar are slapping another costumed villain's back, and a guy with metal tentacles starts trying to perform the Heimlich maneuver.
Bullseye looks at you with an expression of mock concern.
"Whoops." He makes for the door in a... casually hurried fashion.
As the door closes behind you, he hands you something.
"Silly Rabbit. Forgot your Epi-Pen."