Poor Life Choices [Junkrat]

He was getting that itch.

It was simultaneously awful and thrilling, a product of whatever fucked up things went on in his head, a little tickle that told him to do something destructive, something crazy and heinous. He'd managed to slip out from under the nose of the closest thing to a conscience he had, and when Hog figured out that he was gone he would probably be furious, but that was the last thing on his mind right now, which was presently consumed by this antsy feeling. He wasn't considering consequences, just relieving this itch.

He was heading into Dorado, a place he'd become quite friendly with as of late, he wasn't sure exactly where he'd heard of this place, but it seemed like the perfect bar to visit for someone looking to get up to no good. He'd taken Ana's advice after their encounter and concocted a disguise for himself, he figured he would fit in amongst most of the biker types that crawled all over this town, sporting a rough leather jacket, given his own personal flair of course, his hair was pulled back into a sort of hacked together little man bun, he didn't look half bad if he did say so himself.

He heard the music thumping before he even pushed open the door, and the atmosphere upon walking in was enough to be considered intoxicating. It had been way too long since he'd mingled with this kind of crowd, everyone settled around the bar had to be a criminal of some sort. This place was great. He definitely towered over most of the other patrons as he limped his way to the bar, sitting at a free stool, "strike a light this place is lively ain't it?" He was easily heard, having a fairly naturally loud voice, "'scuse me miss," He had a wild grin, the kind of expression that just meant danger, "This'a good place t'get pissed as a fart? I'm feelin' especially crazy t'night, might as well fight fire with fire." He knew getting shit faced was a bad idea, one he was a lightweight and two he was carrying enough explosives in the pack slung over his shoulder to level a block, but the night was young and he was ready to watch the world burn.

Once close enough to the bar there was no mistaking her voice either, loud, distinctively American, most likely west coast.

"Yeah, no. That's what I told her!" She continued her story to the man across from her and she poured out the shot and slid the glass to him. "That's great, you do you! But get your shit together before you drag me into it again, all I got outta it last time was 15 fuckin' stitches and only half the pay...I got better things to do with my time, right?!" She grinned as the other agreed with her.

Her attention swung to the newcomer as he approached the bar, she knew her regulars, most of her semi-regulars and even a good chunk of the 'only shows up once in a while' crowd, and he didn't fit any of those. He looked like her kind of trouble though. She slid down the bar to stand in front of him.

"People 'round here call me Havoc. Start up with that 'miss' stuff too much they're gonna think I've gone all fancy and when that happens no one respects ya anymore." She grinned, flashing a gap in her teeth where there had used to be a canine as she tapped the ash off the cigarette into an overflowing ashtray.

"You wanna get shitfaced, you've come to the right place. What's your poison?"

He was keeping his ear in on her conversation as she spoke to the other patron, taking in what kind of person she was as best as he could between the buzzing music and the buzzing in his ears, he did catch most of it though, she certainly seemed like the kind of woman who would be up for some danger.

A wide grin struck him when she addressed him, giving a nod and snickering, "roight, no miss then shiela, I'll rememba' that." Or he'd try to remember that, there really wasn't any guarantees there. He kept his eyes on her as he pondered, grinning wide, "'ows about the hardest shit yew got, mate. I ain't picky." He snickered and leaned his elbow on the bar top, "Anythin' is gonna be better than the grog the Junkers brewed." He remembered that, tasted just as much like motor oil as it did alcohol, and given the nature of that group he wouldn't have put it past them to put motor oil in it.

He would warm up to her a little before proposing his idea, he'd been ruminating on it since he'd first got that itchy feeling in his fingers and toes, it would be fun and she would get more out of it than just cash, "so 'avoc, you seem like a shiela that knows 'ow to cause trouble 'an 'ave fun doin' it, am I far off?" He was finding it rather nice being in disguise, no one knew who he was, and this suited him just fine, though he had a feeling his particular brand of fun might give it away when the bomb dropped, so to speak, he was content in anonymity for the moment.

"Alright, you asked for this." She grinned and turned away to rummage around, and came back with a shot glass and a slightly dusty bottle. "Don't know where this rates by 'Junker' standards... But it's a local brew, if it don't kill you straight up, tomorrow morning you'll wish it had."

She poured a generous amount and slid it over to him. "Gotta throw it back quick, otherwise ya risk actually tasting it." Her grin grew wider.

At this words she gave him a funny look then laughed. "Can't say that's a line I hear every night. Okay, I'll give you points for creativity on that one!"

She took a final drag on the cigarette then pushed it out, blowing out the smoke slowly as she rested her elbows on the bar, fingers interlaced. She leaned closer, lowering her voice just a little.

"So what kind of trouble are you trying to get me in?" She quirked her brows at him, amused and curious. The direct approach wasn't often used, people hinted or tried code words... direct wasn't often smart... but sometimes it was kind of refreshing.

He laughed at that, looking eager to see what she had for him as she turned to rummage, "wot kin I say, we Aussie's like our shit strong enough t'kill us." He enjoyed this, playing the stranger, and she seemed to play off of him perfectly, definitely someone he could easily get along with.

When she slid the shot glass over to him, he didn't hesitated to sling it back, coughing between his raucous laughter after he'd swallowed that mess, "Hooley dooley, yew weren't kiddin' mate! That tastes worse'n motor oil ever did!" He snickered and gave a thumbs up, clearly finding this to be exactly what he'd needed, "nothin' better or worse'n local piss, heh." He leaned against the bar and grinned, "well I always been told I'm a creative bloke. Which I'll demonstrate for ye."

When she lowered her voice, he did so as well, his eyes looking dangerous and just a little bit wild, "I've got an itch tellin' me t'level something to th'ground. Me usual partner in crime ain't keen, so I need a wingman who ain't afraid t'get loud." He tapped a finger against the bartop and giggled churlishly, "I been pokin' me ole' sniff 'round a bar a few blocks down. Real nasty place." He waved a hand, "saw some poor sheila get real roughed up. Tsk. Anyway, I wanna teach 'em that that ain't no way t'run a business." His eyes became fiery and he snickered, "I got enough explosives in me pack to level th'place flat, yew come with me an' yew kin rob em blind. Steal from the dirty 'an all that. What d'ye say?" He tapped his head, "I got th'place staked out up 'ere, wont be 'ard t'get in 'round th'back." He tapped his chin as he pondered, "Yew kin' load up with whatever yew wanna grab...I jus' wanna watch th'fireworks. 'An I'll pay ye too, of course." He was glad for the thumping music making their conversation much more private.

"Okay, whoa. Hold up there just a second." She raises up one hand to pause him. "So, I hate to be That Guy, cause I feel like we're the sort that like the whole 'no questions asked' thing...but I got a couple..."

She poured a little more into his glass, before taking a pull directly from the bottle. Swallowing it down, she made a little wheezing sound, and gave a quick, sharp shake of her head. "That is some truly terrible shit."

"Anyway. So...which bar exactly? Cause I mean, say, if it's the one up the way with the stupid neon flamingo in the window...I mean, they're still terrible people, but they're terrible people I got an understanding with, and we leave each other alone...some of these other places...eeeeeeh not so much." She shrugged widely. "I'm all for messing with people...but I need to know who and why first, ya know, so I don't end up doin' something I regret later." She said with a bit of a smirk.

"So, is this about that girl that got roughed up? She your girlfriend or something, this some kind of revenge thing? Or maybe you're one of those Grey Hat sorts who's all 'I know I'm not a good person, but I rough up people worse than me and feel better about myself'? Or are you just one'a those people that gets off on wrecking stuff and 'hey, they're assholes!' counts as a convenient excuse?"

She leaned closer again, there was a calculating glint in her eye as she waited for his answer. Despite the questioning, he absolutely had her interest and attention. "None of these answers is the wrong one...just wanna know where we're standing here is all..."

He didn't seem put off by her questions, he expected them to be honest, he had just dropped the suggestion of blowing another bar to kingdom come after all, "yeh, I guess I went off a bit, so ask away mate." He was eager to down another shot of that awful brew, which felt a bit like acid going down, but that really was just how he liked it, "Heh. The worst is th'best though, aye?"

He tapped his chin as he tried to recall the appearance of the bar he was talking about, "Well rememberin' ain't my strong point...But I think it 'ad some neon chick bouncin' 'er tits. Looked more like a strip club than a bar, but it was def'nitely a bar." The amount of pissed douche bags lying face down outside in their own vomit said enough.

He waved a hand and smirked when she asked about the chick, "Hell no, I didn't even know 'er." He snickered and tapepd the side of his head, "I'm jus' a bloke wot wants to level some joint t' the ground an' figured, why not level some place fulla' nasty types." He laughed and looked thoughtful, "So I guess I'm one'a them types wot gets off blowin' shit up, blowin' up assholes is jus' a nice little bonus." And from what he'd observed scoping out the place, inside and out, they were certainly assholes on a different caliber than just thugs.

He chuckled and leaned against the bar, giggling, "Wot d'ye say then? Is this the kinda' fun a shiela like yew is interested in?"

She suddenly sneered at the mention of the place in question. "Oh, that place? Fuck that place! They've been tryin' to cut in on my business for a while, and it's pissing me off."

"Okay, so fair enough. Blowin' up shit just for the hell of it is cool, doin' it when it's people that piss me off is even better." Her grin took on a bit of a feral edge to it. "So you've done a pretty good job gettin' my attention so far, you've totally got my interested...just one more question."

She gave a pause for a moment almost as though for dramatic emphasis. "What's the catch? I mean, you're basically offerin' me an 'all I can loot' pass of this place, plus gettin' paid...but you haven't said what I'll be doin' yet. I mean, there's gotta be somethin' you want out of me, because no one's just like 'hey, come along and take a great big cut of the profit for doin' nothing', So. What is it I can do for you?"

He looked pleased when she seemed to feel about the same about the place as he had, he usually wasn't one to feel for others but this place seemed extra disgusting. He laughed, "Well, glad t'know you don' like 'em jus' as much as I don't." He expected her to have more questions, and the last one she asked was probably the most important, he pondered how to respond for a moment before putting his hands on the table and giving her a wide grin, "Thas' a solid question, really the catch ain't too terrible."

He gestured to the pack filled with explosives, "I need an' extra set of 'ands t'help me rig these up, me mate wasn't too keen, bit I 'eard this was the place t'go for this kinda 'elp." He chuckled and looked thoughtful, "So really, the only catch is yew gotta 'elp me set up for th' fireworks." It was pretty cut and dry in his head, a simple job with a fun outcome for every party involved. He held his hand out after a moment and grinned, "Jamison's th' name by the way, though more folks prob'ly know me as Junkrat by now." He chuckled, "So what d'ye say? In th' mood for some fireworks?"

At the mention of his name both brows went up. "Really now?" She leaned back and studied him intensely for a moment. "Huh."

She shook the offered hand in a firm grip. "You're kinda a legend, ya know? Not every day a guy with your kinda reputation walks in here...gotta say, I'm a little flattered." She grinned at him, amused. She didn't gush over him, but seemed pleased, like someone meeting a respected peer in their field.

"Eh, what the hell. Not every day ya get the chance to go blow shit up with someone internationally infamous...and what's life if you don't take the experiences that come your way, huh?" Her grin grew. "When you plannin' on all this happening?"

He couldn't help but be a tad flustered when she reacted the way she did hearing who he was, he wasn't sure if he completely enjoyed the reputation he had, but he was still a bit amused, "a legend, eh? Thas' a new one." He'd certainly never been called that before, good or bad, "been layin' a bit low, I'm runnin' outta countries I can 'ide in." That only partially true, but he wasn't completely on the straight and narrow yet, obvious by his reasons for being here in the first place.

He made a double finger gun gesture at her and clicked his tongue, "Boom! Not thas' a life motto I kin get be'ind mate! Didn't get the reputation I 'ave with good impulse control. Thas' fer sure." In fact, almost 90% of that was back at the place where he'd settled down with Hog for the night, the only person who could usually keep Jamison from doing stupid shit. He grinned with fiery eyes and put his hands on the bar top, twitching especially badly in his eagerness, "Well...I was plannin' on doin' it tonight, if yer game." It was short notice, and didn't offer a lot of planning, but he found most of his best plans were ill thought out.