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[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

OMG WTF DEDPUL BAR!

check it out, there he is, stomping his feet and clapping his hands.

"Hey! Hey-ey! I gotcha money, dontcha worry! Hey! Hey-ey!"

(ooc: click that link, you will be pleased!)

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[i-slay-too.livejournal.com]

"So he's gone."

Abigail notes as soon as he comes close.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

"Who's gone?" He scratches his chin.

[i-slay-too.livejournal.com]

"Miguel."

She pulls out a crumpled note, showing it to him. It says that he had to leave the bar but he loved her and would be back. "I've pretty much been drunk since."

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He unfolds the note and peers at it. "Mpmhs guggle gurh graagh?" He pulls it back from his face, then turns it 180 degrees. "Oh." "huzza huzza leave huzza huzza bucho huzza huzza love, huzza huzza Miguel."

He lowers the note and regards he closely. "You gotta watch out for those Latin Lover types, Abs. Love ya and leave ya."

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

(ooc: also, watch out for a failed attempt at closing tags! Crap!)

[i-slay-too.livejournal.com]

She slams her fist on the bar and then lays her head on it. "Why would he do that?! If he was gonna leave did he have to say he loved me? God...could he have hurt me anymore?"

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

Deadpool considers this. "Because men are pigs? At least, that's what momma Wilson usedta say."

[i-slay-too.livejournal.com]

"Yeah well fuck it I don't need him. I can make the hurt go away...I've got a guy more than willing to help me. I could have more than just one if I wanted...fuck him. Fuck what he says he'll do. He's not coming back. And he sure as hell doesn't love me."

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He winces behind the mask. "Ooogh. USE that rage, young Skywalker. Just don't bone Hyde. I'm pretty sure that kid's a walking STD." He grins.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace, had she been a valley girl, would have been muttering 'Way with the loud, huh?'. Since she is not, in many, many different ways, she mutters something in the time-honored vein of 'bloody stupid American idiot', since nothing that could mispronounce English that loudly could come from her country. She also continues carving. So far, the piece of wood looks like... a piece of wood. Amazingly.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

Deadpool scowls at her behind his mask. He's CANADIAN, thank you very much!

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Canadian? I'm not entirely sure Ace recognizes a difference between the two countries. You're welcome to argue the point with her, anyway. Her muttering has died down to a few mumbled words about why she can never seem to find a soft wood to work with.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

Deadpool wanders over and inspects. "Nice knife."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace looks up. And up. Hrm.
"Nice mask." After all, what does one say?

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He nods and smiles. Weirdly enough, the white eye-dots on his mask grin with him. "It does the job, kid. Whatcha whittlin'?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace most assuredly does not scowl at being called 'kid'. That's her angry glare.
"Dun know yet." She replies, then looks back down at her work. "So far? Looks like a piece of wood t'me."

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

Deadpool grins. An accent! "Well cor, guv'nah! I guess we'll just pop 'round the pub for some Spotted Dick and Bangers and Mash, ey what what, love?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

She nods to Deadpool on seeing him.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

Deadpool does an elaborate finger-gun salute. "What's happenin', Lady?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

"The bar is ... acting strangely."

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

"You don't say?" He turns to the bar. "Hey, gorgeous. Gimme the usual?"

And indeed, where there should be a frosty bottle of Labatt's, there's a 40 of Schlitz Malt Liquor.

"Huh." He inspects the fawddy. "Any port in a storm, I guess."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

"Count yourself lucky. It gave me something to water the eyes at ten paces."

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He holds the 40 aloft. "Sister, have you ever HAD the Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull? This stuff is so bad, police will wrestle it out of your hands."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

She sighs. "Translation?"

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He looks at the 40, then back at her. "This stuff is nasty." To demonstrate, he unscrews the top and tilts it over. "The only thing it's good for is pourin' one out for your dead homiez." To wit, he upends the bottle. "This one's for all my peepz in Weapon X. Deadpool represent. Much love."

Except that Schlitz doesn't USUALLY ignite on contact with the air. "Shit!" The usually smartmouthed assassin jerks back, the bottle shattering on the floor, leaving a small burny puddle. "It doesn't usually do that. Most of the time it just tastes like nasty piss water."