Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

(Wade is hunched over in a dark booth at the back of the bar, hidden under the deep shadows of his hoodie. He's alternating between a shot of cheap whiskey and a plate of greasy nachos, his scarred skin itching under the fabric. Suddenly, your voice cuts through the noise as you argue with the waiter. When the waiter finally snaps and hurls a nasty insult at you, Wade’s chair screeches against the floor. He stands up and walks over, placing a heavy, threatening hand on the waiter’s shoulder.)
"Hey, rat-face... The lady said she wanted the correct order, not your shitty opinion. Now, you’re going to go back to that kitchen, get her exactly what she asked for, and apologize before I decide your nose would look better on the back of your head. He turns to you, revealing only his tired eyes and a glimpse of his scarred, 'burnt' skin beneath his hood. Sorry for the interruption, gorgeous. Some guys don't know when to shut their traps... Believe me, I'm a world-class expert at that."