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[respectthegun]

When Lawton realised he was coming down with something, he decided to take some time off and stay in the bar; the intention being to take advantage of the hospitality and to avoid having to go shooting stuff while fluffy-headed. That his teammates wouldn't be exposed is just good for them, he guessed.

He went to bed with a cough and a headache and he woke up - not feeling himself.

And the self he is feeling isn't feeling himself either. For a start, this is completely the wrong body. And it has a moustache. An evil moustache.

This can only mean one thing: NEFARIOUS BODYSWAP.

Deadshot comes into the bar from upstairs, in full costume, and stands dramatically, hands on his hips, before he realises that Deadshot probably wouldn't stand by this. So he swaggers (evilly) over to the bar, and announces to the world,

"I shall have a whiskey. On the rocks."

For this is the most evil thing he can think of.

[OOC: For the record, this is Floyd Lawton suffering from flu hallucinating he's Wally West who believes he has been bodyswapped with Floyd Lawton. Blame Michael Rosenbaum!]

[Tiny tag: Floyd Lawton, IMDB flu]

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is lying on a couch near the fireplace, his hair braided up to keep it out of the way, feeling sick.

He has a dog lying over his feet.

Both stare when that strange red-and-white apparition enters.

[respectthegun]

The red and white apparition picks up his drink before he figures out that he can't drink it with his mask on. After one failed attempt, he reaches under his chin and pulls the mask up over his head.

Then he notices he being watched.

Quick, what would Deadshot do? Right, he would sneer. "Hello."

[scots_wolf]

"Evening," Urquhart says, staying where he is lying because he feels to hazy to sit or stand up. "Why are you wearing that? Looks like one of those odd super-heroes."

The dog, however, gets up to sniff at the red-and-white apparition.

[respectthegun]

"Superhero?" Deadshot does his best to sounds insulted. "I'm not a superhero. I'm Deadshot! An assassin!"

[scots_wolf]

"I thought you were Floyd Lawton," Urquhart says.

The dog wags his tail, tentatively friendly.

[respectthegun]

Deadshot valiently resists the temptation to bend over and fuss over the adorable doggy.

"Of course I am! Deadshot is my villain name, isn't it?"

He's never heard the name FLoyd Lawton. Let's hope it's his real name.

[scots_wolf]

Something is off with the man, definitely. Villain name -- how ridiculous!

Off in a familiar way.

"Do you feel hot and feverish at all?"

[respectthegun]

Yes!

"No," he lies.

"Why do you ask?"

[scots_wolf]

"You seem to have that flu going round," Urquhart says, grinning, "that makes you think you're somebody else. Like you think you're this Deadshot villain. I believed I was some Viking hero for a few days."

[respectthegun]

This makes no sense.

"No, I'm totally Deadshot," The man-who-isn't-Deadshot insists. "Look, I have his evil moustache and everything!"

[scots_wolf]

"That is your moustache," Urquhart points out, "and it's not evil, just very distinctive."

[respectthegun]

"Right," says Floyd. "It's my moustache. Because I'm Floyd Lawton and I think it looks good."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart laughs. "Ow," he says. "You're definitely not quite in your right mind. Flu medicine kits are in the infirmary."

The dog, in the meanwhile, sits at Floyd's feet and paws his knee, wanting attention.

[cutting_edgex23]

X blinks at the evil swagger.

She blinks again at the bold pronouncement of an alcohol order.

Then she stands up, moving over toward the man in the suit.

And after a moment --

"You are okay?"

[respectthegun]

Well, he has a killer of a headache and his throat and lungs feel like they're filled with cotton wool, but he's not going to mention that. He doesn't want to blow his masquerade before he's discovered who's behind this.

"Yes! I - Deadshot, am never better." He coughs. "That's a smoker's cough. I smoke. Because I'm evil."

[cutting_edgex23]

X blinks again.

"I do not think that is why people smoke."

Is it?

It's entirely possible that right now she looks very perplexed.

[respectthegun]

Well, Flash never really figured out why people would smoke.

"Are you questioning the motivations of Deadshot, the world's most dangerous assassin?"

That would be a bad idea.

[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes," X says promptly.

"Independent corroboration will help."

Real 'most dangerous' assassins tend not to talk about it.

X would know.

[respectthegun]

So, as it happens, would Floyd. Most of the time.

"Independent corroboration for why I smoke cigarettes?"

Um. How did he get into this?

[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes."

X nods, but just once.

"And for how dangerous you are."

She likes to know these things!

[respectthegun]

"Why?"

This has left him completely off balance. Does she want him to shoot someone? Maybe kick a puppy?

HE CAN'T SHOOT SOMEONE!

[cutting_edgex23]

"So I know how likely you are to be stupid."

The professionals are rarely stupid.

It's the amateurs that get in trouble every time.

[respectthegun]

...Why is she so concerned about him being stupid?
Does she know him?
Is she evil too?

"I - Deadshot - object to the implicationn that I'm stupid."

[cutting_edgex23]

"That is okay," X says, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Once.

"Many people do."

[respectthegun]

Deadshot suspects that his masquerade as Deadshot isn't really living up to scratch.

He glances at the hand patting his shoulder.

"Hey!"