We transition to Archer walking down the street as Deadpool talks through voiceover. "Nope. Never will be." A guy smoking a joint walks up next to Archer, to which Archer proceeds to give the guy a cock shot. The stoner flicks his joint at Archer before walking off. "I'm just a bad guy who gets paid to fuck up worse guys." He walks up to a bar, nods to the bouncer, and enters. The sign outside the door reads, 'Sister Jessica's School for Wayward Girls'. "Welcome to Sister Jessica's. It's like a job fair for mercenaries."

"Think of us as really fucked up tooth fairies, except we knock out the teeth and take the cash. You'd best hope we never see your name on a gold card."

Archer walks through the hallway before entering the main area, which contains pool tables, mercenaries of all shapes and sizes, and servers in skimpy outfits. As he approaches the bar, he greets two fellow mercs. "Bilbo, Jon..."

"Hey, Archer!" Bilbo said. Archer walked up to the bar, where he was greeted by the bartender.

"Sterling Archer. Patron saint of the pitiful. What can I do for you?" the bartender asked, jovial.

"I'd love a blow job," Archer said.

"Oh, God, me too," the bartender said

"The drink, chinstrap. But first…" He lays down gold card. "Hey, and I ain't taking any babysitting money, all right? Make sure that gets back to Ms..."

"Deane?" the bartender asked, finishing Archer's sentence.

"So that's how you pronounce her last name. I thought it would be something more complex. But, yeah, her."

You sure?" Archer nods. "You know, for a merc, you're pretty warm-blooded. I bet you let that Alan fellow off easy, too."

"Oh, he's not a bad guy, Krieger. Just a little light stalking. I was way worse than him when I was his age. I was traveling to exotic places. Baghdad, Mogadishu, Miami. Meeting new and exciting people. And then, uh..."

"Killing them," Krieger said, discomforted by Archer's lifestyle choices. "Yeah, I've seen your Instagram. So what was Special Forces doing in Miami, anyway?"

"That's classified," Archer said, before whispering to Krieger in secret. "They have a wonderful nightclub."

"All right, Kahlua, Baileys, and…" Sprays whipped cream into a shot glass containing two drinks. "Whipped cream. I give you a Blow Job." Krieger looks intrigued by the drink in front of him. "Why did you make me make that?"

Archer grabs the shot glass and grabs the attention of one of the servers. "Trinette, Trinette, Trinette…" He places the drink on her serving tray and speaks to her in secret. "Take that over to Bilbo please, and tell him it's from Ricky. Little foreplay." Trinette nods and walks over to where Bilbo is seated. Krieger looks a bit excited by what's about to unfold.

"Remind me what good will come of this?" Krieger asked.

"I don't take the shits. I just disturb them," Archer answered.

"Ricky!" Bilbo shoves several people out of the way and slams the shot in front of both.

"What you want?" Ricky asked. Bilbo punches him and a brawl ensues.

"Cheers," Archer said, not joining in the fight. "To your health."

"Fuck you," Krieger said. Archer proceeds to down a pitcher of beer while Krieger drinks from a shot of bourbon. Ricky grabs a stool and charges at Bilbo. "That's a new stool."

However, Krieger's statement falls on deaf ears as Ricky smashes the stool over Bilbo's back. It's complete pandemonium as it appears everyone, barring Archer & Krieger, are fighting. Bilbo lands a punch across Ricky's face, sending him to the ground.

"Stay the fuck down," Bilbo said. Ricky, bloody and bruised, attempts to pull himself up, only for Bilbo to punch him again, causing Ricky to pass out.

Archer turns his attention towards the crowd gathering around Ricky's body, which has shifted attention away from the fight. Krieger gets out from behind the bar to inspect Ricky's well-being. "All right, move. Move, move, move. Bilbo, go rest." He sends Bilbo away before crouching down to Ricky and holding up a mirror to the unconscious man's nose and mouth. It fogs up.

"Yeah, he's still breathing." Everyone exclaims in anger. "Nobody wins today." Krieger turns back towards the bar, where he sees Archer with a cocky smile on his face. "Nice try, Archer."

"You got me. I picked Ricky in the dead pool," Archer said. "Who did you pick?"

"Yeah, Archer, about that, um…" Krieger hesitates to answer, resulting in Archer putting the pieces together.

"No. You did not bet on me to die." Archer looks up at a chalkboard suspended above the bar titled 'Sister Jessica's Dead Pool', which features a list of names, dollar amounts, the person they picked, and the age they bet on them to die.

From top to bottom, it reads:
- Lucky; $240; Tambor, J.; 72
- Tyler; $80; Curtis, J. L.; 58
- Jon; $210; Reynolds, B.; 80
- Krieger; $934; Archer, S.; 38
- Benjamin; $40; Loggins, K.; 68
- Archer; $401; Frost, R.; 57
- Adam; $130; Rooker, M.; 61
- Harry; $240; Hamm, J.; 45
- Walter; $150; Leibman, R.; 79
- Matt; $25; Crews, X.; 33

"You bet on me to die. Wow!" Archer becomes offended that Krieger would even consider doing such a thing. "Motherfucker, you're the world's worst friend. Well, joke's on you. I'm living to 102. And then dying. Like the city of Detroit."

"I'm sorry. I just..." Krieger began to speak, regret clear in his voice. "I wanted to win money. I never win anything."

"Whatever," Archer said before turning out towards the main area and loudly making an announcement. "Soldiers of fortune, drinks on me!" Everyone in the area cheers and raise their glasses.

"Domestic, nothing imported." Krieger interjected before turning back towards the bar and going behind the counter to prepare the drink orders that'll be flying in soon.

As Archer begins counting his cash, a slim, shorthaired brunette sidles up to him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Baby, are you sure you wanna shoot you whole wad?" she asked. Archer looks her up and down.

"Uh… Tight," he said, holding up his pinky. She holds hers up as well and they link pinkies. Archer likes where this is going.

"Lana," the brunette introduced herself.

"Archer. What's a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?" Lana smiles. Bilbo comes up them and slaps Lana on the butt.

"I'd hit that," he said. he begins to walk away when Archer stops him in his tracks by grabbing him by his shirt collar and turning him around to face him and Lana.

"Bilbo, you best apologize before…" Lana doesn't wait for Archer's chivalry and grabs Bilbo by the testicles, squeezing them tightly, causing him to inhale deeply. "Yeah, that."

"Say the magic words, Fat Gimli," she said, menacingly.

"I'm sorry," he said, strained.

"Breathe through the nose," Archer said, trying to comfort him.

"I don't have a filter between my brain and my…" Lana squeezes his testicles tighter, causing Bilbo to inhale further.

"Let go. Okay. Hey, oh, oh, oh, hakuna his tatas. He's sorry," Archer said, trying to give the big guy a break. Lana, although disheveled, lets go of his testicles. "Get out of here. Go. Go sharpen some axes." Archer shoos Bilbo away. He's so preoccupied with that that he doesn't notice he's touching Lana in places he has no business touching.

Lana notices this and grabs Archer's hand. "Hey. Hands off the merchandise," she says, as he takes his hands off her.

"Merchandise? Huh... So you, uh…" He raises his eyebrows, much to Lana's chagrin. "Bump fuzzies for money?" Archer asked.

"Yep," Lana said, disheartened.

"Rough childhood?"

"Rougher than yours," Lana retorted. "Daddy left before I was born."

"Daddy left before I was conceived."

Archer lifts an eyebrow at this statement before continuing with her life story. "Ever had a cigarette put out on your skin?"

"Where else do you put one out?"

"I was molested."

"Me too. Uncle."

"Uncles. They took turns."

"I watched my own birthday party through the keyhole of a locked closet, which also happens to be my…

"Your bedroom," Lana said, finishing his sentence. "Lucky." Krieger's head momentarily pops up from the bar when he hears this. "I slept in a dishwasher box."

Archer gasps in astonishment. "You had a dishwasher." Lana struggles not to laugh at this remark. "I didn't even know sleep. It was pretty much 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix, and clown porn." Lana laughs at this, prompting a smile from the merc.

"Who would do such a thing?" she asked.

He gazes at her, longingly. "Hopefully you, later tonight?" Lana looks interested. "Hey, what can I get for, uh, $934 and…" He opens Ellis's wallet and pulls out a gift card for frozen yogurt. "A Yogurtland rewards card?"

"Baby, about 145 minutes of whatever the fuck you want... And a low-fat dessert." She sticks the rewards card in his mouth and walks away. Archer gives Krieger a look of ecstasy before following her.

"Did she just put a gift card in your mouth?" Krieger asked, aroused by the strange exchange between the two.