Wade Wilson / Intoxicated

the underground bar is smoky, and smells like spilled alcohol and lust, and there's a few people passed out on couches, and a few more getting handsy on a loveseat by the fireplace. he sees you hanging out in the corner, sprawled out and looking just as stoned, and he decides to throw caution to the wind and approach you. "Those don't look like the good dollar store Haribo gummies you got there. You gonna help a bored guy out, or be a Scrooge and keep the good shit from me?" he gives you over the top puppy eyes, holding his hands out for sugary gummies from your bag