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Post by logan on Sept 22, 2011 16:05:39 GMT -5
Tonight was going to be a good night. There were plenty of saps out tonight. A cloud of thick cigar smoke filled the room as a hairy hand launched a dart to the center of the bullseye. "Ha! Your shot bub!" The gruff voice belong to the short stocky man at the line as he moved back to where his beer was located at the table. He flexed his muscles under his tight white beater as he caught the eyes of a sexy little red head at the corner of the bar. Giving her a wink, he took a sip of his beer and set it back down. Without looking he could tell the guy had gotten a miss, the sound was off plus the crowd all let out a disappointed groan.
He turned back to the game in one swift motion of his dirt caked boots. He laughed as he chucked the next dart from where he stood, hitting right next to the previous one. "I ain't been on a roll this good fer a while. Still feelin' lucky partner?" Logan smiled to the poor sap as she took his spot at the line. He was praying for a lucky shot to stay in this game. After all the stakes were pretty high and he had one more dart to go after this. Logan could use the cash and the watch would go for quite a bit as well.
That cute red head happened to make her way over to his table. A gold digger probably, but he took his cowboy hat off, revealing the black devil horns beneath it, and placed it on her head. "Looks better on ya darlin'." He winked again and watched as the guy actually pulled out a bullseye. Logan smiled and walked to the line. The only thing worth more than a fifty point bullseye was the triple twenty line. He focused for a moment, taking a breath to make it seem like this was going to be a hard shot and easily tossed it to the right spot. Now there wasn't no way the guy would win but that was okay. He looked to the guy with a smug smirk and nodded to the one eyed bartender. This bar happened to be owned by one of the few war buddies he still knew. Technically, the place was owned by the both of them but Logan happened to be a 'silent' partner.
Charlie kept the profit and Logan got information, along with the ability to bring in some special clients. They did have some special events sometimes like cage fighting and various games that high profiles liked to secretly watch and bid on. This was one of Logan's favorite spots and yeah sometimes Charlie had to give him a boot to the curb just to save face. Most people could find him here and he did usually end up leaving after a nice big brawl, which this loss could turn out to be.
"Anyone want next?"
Of course the guy had missed his shot and came over to Logan. "Time to pay up bub." That three hundred dollars felt good in his hands.
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Post by cristal on Sept 22, 2011 21:55:48 GMT -5
Finally, a job completed, and ACTUALLY collected on. Deadpool had been stiffed on far too many jobs in the past to not celebrate when he actually gets paid for one, even if this job hadn't paid much.
”I think it's time to celebrate with beverages of the alcoholic nature!”
[To the bar! The one that serves alcohol!]
[Which bar?]
”How about this one. The one that seems to say "Deadpool/Open" above it.”
Wade said to himself, stopping in front a bar he conveniently seemed to be walking past.
[What's that supposed to mean?]
”Well, I might be hallucinating, but I think it means that the bar is open, and they especially want Anti-heroes named Deadpool to patron it.”
[SCORE!]
Wade entered the rowdy, smokey environment, drawing more then a few stares, as he was still in full costume, (he rarely wasn't) and fully armed, (he never isn't).
[Double negative? What the hell writer?]
Well everyone was already starting to stare at him, so why not make more of a scene?
”Barkeep! Today is your lucky day. A mercenary who is tired of life but can never die, and has a healing factor that makes getting drunk to forget that fact extremely hard, but not impossible has just walked into your establishment looking to get hammered--LOGAN!”
Deadpool had shouted the entire greeting loud enough to be heard over the background noise of low country music, and those people still conversing because they hadn't noticed the red and black schmuck in a costume that walked in. However the name had been squealed in a voice slightly reminiscent of an ex-debutante meeting up with an old friend she despised at her ten year high school reunion. Everyone noticed Wade now.
Wilson sidled up to the X-Man, and grabbed a half finished beer from someone passed out near them at the bar.
”Logan ol' buddy! How's life? How're the ol' metal bones treating ya? Hey! Remember that time you cut my head off! Good times good times!”
Deadpool let out a loud obnoxious laugh and turned to the redhead flirting with the man at least five times her age, and gave her a wink.
”Heya hotstuff, wanna know how I got these scars?”
Wade pulled off his mask and made a grotesque face at the woman. (He was actually smiling politely, but that's not what most people see when Wade smiles.)
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Post by logan on Sept 23, 2011 5:26:47 GMT -5
Logan was just getting acquainted with the cute red head when he heard that girly scream of his name and the look he gave just seemed to make him sink. He had a sinking feeling about who it was. He turned slowly as the red and black mutant came walking over to him. A fake smile crossed his face as Wade snatched a beer from some guy.
"Yeah I remember that."
He looked to the bartender charlie who was looking to him for a decision on Wade. Logan just gave him a nod. "Charlie bring this man a drink." He looked to Wade and smiled. "If ya don't want a repeat of last time, keep yer yap shut an' pull up a chair." Of course Logan knew that was asking the impossible. Wade was always talking, to himself or everyone around and he happened to be trigger happy. Not that Logan blamed him but this was not a spot to be picking a gun fight. Fists were fine but too many innocents among the dirt bags for guns.
"Keep yer clothes on bub."
That poor girl screeched as Wade had pulled his mask up. Logan snatched his hat off her head as she ran the other way. 'Great, there goes my company for the night.' Logan took a seat at the table and waved over to Charlie. A bottle of whiskey and a pitcher of beer were brought over by an older waitress, Jill. She had worked here for a while and she was harder to scare off. After all, she had seen a lot of his scars and some for the more torn up war veterans.
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Post by cristal on Sept 23, 2011 21:56:23 GMT -5
Wade pulled his mask back down over the top half of his face, leaving only his mouth uncovered to chug down the pilfered beer in preparation for the pitcher headed their way.
”Keep my yap shut huh? That sounds like something I'd do.”
Wade did pull up a chair though.
”Awww, did I scare away your date Logan? Oh well, probably for the best, your old enough to be what, her great, great grandpa?”
[Lawl, gross.]
He poured himself a full glass from the pitcher set before them, and shut up long enough to down half of it.
But that wasn't very long.
”So what have you been up to lately? Breaking into folks' house to curdle their milk at night by snarling at it? Jumping out from behind bushes to scare cats? Sitting in the apartment all day long watching 'The Golden Girl's' marathons. Oh wait, scratch that last one, that was me last week. That Bea Arther is one foxy lady.”
The guests seemed to have forgotten about Deadpools entrance for the most part, and everyone had gone back to what they were doing.
The drunk passed out next to them on the bar woke up however and looked at the two with bleary eyes.
"Hey, Spider-man! Dude you rock!"
Deadpool's eye twitched ever so slightly.
[Why does this keep happening to us?]
[Yeah it's not like we even look that similar, red and blue costume, with those gay little web patterns all over, versus red and black costume of awesome. Huge difference.]
”I swear to God the next time I see that Spider-punk Imma shoot him in that smarmy webbed face of his!”.
[Why not just shoot the drunk village idiot over there? That'd be fun!]
”Ohh, or stab him!”
Wade unconsciously removed a shuriken from one of his pouches and spun it on his finger while taking another pull from his glass.
[Why don't we wait 'til we've gotten sufficiently drunk before all that? Wolverine might try and stop us being the hero-type and all, and all good bar brawls require more alcohol then we've already ingested.]
[Good point.]
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Post by logan on Oct 3, 2011 6:11:11 GMT -5
With Wade, Logan couldn't even hope for silence. He knew all to well how loud and annoying the man could be. The only time he was quiet was when it was beneficial to him. Cutting out his tongue did you no good because it just grew back. So Logan was prepared for the headache he knew was coming, hence the booze. "Ain't like it matters." He watched her ass as she left, before turning his attention back to wade. "She will be back. They always do." He flashed him a smirk before cocking his head at jill as she placed the pitcher down. "Right darin'?" A wink caused the older woman to smile and roll her eyes at him. "Sure Logan, whatever you say."
Focusing back on Wade, he shrugged. "The usual, big fights, drinking beer, smoking, making money,..." A leggy blond walked by, momentarily catching his eye until she was gone, "...and good company." He whistled before he was drawn back to the drunk next to them, as he started saying something about spiderman. Laughing, logan smacked the man's back. "Ya got it all wrong. This is deadpool. He is Spidermans cousin." Logan smiled a smug smirk. He was going to have a brawl tonighty. It's not like he had a choice in the matter. Deadpool was going to fight someone. Either he picks a fight for whatever insane reasoning, or someone gets annoyed with him. Just his luck, babysitting again.
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Post by cristal on Oct 9, 2011 1:40:32 GMT -5
”His cousin? Pshhh Web-Head wishes. Anyways, I've surpassed Spidy's popularity these days. Er, at least on the internet that is...”
Deadpool seemed to meander off mentally while he chugged down the remains of his drink, and poured another from the pitcher. However he soon had his mouth open again, words flying a mile a minute.
”Well doesn't life just sound dandy for you? Hmm what have I been up too? Well after that whole Weapon X lie about your second-hand healing factor being able to cure my terminal cancer-that's where the Freddy Kruger face came from by the way-I went back to doing the only thing I seem to be good at, namely snuffin' poor slobs for whatever pay I can.”
[When we manage to get paid of course.]
”But yeah, glad everything's sunshine and daffodils for you.”
[Sarcasm much?]
Wade stabbed the counter of the bar with the shuriken, and continued babbling in a slightly more upbeat tone.
”But you know what, I think Imma try and do that popular comic book character trope, and turn over a new leaf. Help old ladies across the street, get cats out of trees, punch Hitler on the jaw, that sort of thing.”
[Oh! Oh! I've got an idea!]
[Liiiiiiight bulb.]
”Hey, your in tight with a couple of superhero groups! Whatdya say you get me an invite on the Avengers, or the X-men?”
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Post by logan on Oct 15, 2011 4:42:53 GMT -5
Logan sighed as Wade continued to rant. The guy just never shut the hell up! He noticed that the people had slowly drifted to farther tables to avoid them. Well aren't they smart ones. Wish he could do the same. Hre gave a grunt before he killed off his beer annd poured another one. Tonight was going to be a long night. "Well that's weapon X for ya. You get all that you don't pay for an' get stuck with whatever they give ya. Can't trust 'em fer shit."
Logan just chuckled. "Sunshine and daffodils? I have a lot more shit ta take care of than that. Ya try takin' care of these brats an' keepin' the bad guys in line fer a while sees how ya like it." Logan knew Wade was a merc and well, as much as he hated to admit it, the man got the job done and came across a bit of useful information as he did so. Well he did have his uses from time to time so he never got around to killing him, but that's not to say it wasn't tempting. The man was more annoying than dried out hemroids on a humid day. Logan started to drink his beer as Wade started to rant again. Damn near choked too when he asked to be introduced to his team.
"Oh yeah that will be a hoot. Hey guys this is deadpool, he is a mercenary who is good at blowing shit up and ain't very good with kids, or playing nice, oh and ya have ta pay 'im ta follow orders. Yeah they'll just be linin' up ta sign ya. Let's just say i decide ta get you an interview, who's ta dsay you'll pass?"
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Post by cristal on Oct 19, 2011 1:23:43 GMT -5
[Pshhhh, what a whiner. Baby-sitting a bunch of teeny-bopper mutants couldn't be that difficult, could it?]
Wade mulled over what Logan said. Thinking for once before opening his mouth. It didn't help much, but the idea seemed right.
”No wait, I think this could work out, really! I mean, yeah, if someone came along and offered me money to betray all of you, I MAY just take the offer. But I'd give you guys a chance to offer me more money to not betray you!”
Deadpool smiled and slapped Logan on the back in a friendly manner. As if what he just suggested was at all generous.
”And hey, being able to blow shit up is a big plus to my resume. Anyways, you Just put be in front of the people in charge of hiring, and I'll take care of the rest. Maybe they'll put us in missions together. That'd be cool wouldn't it?”
[Uhhh....]
”Actually, no, that's a terrible idea. But I'm sure we could be assigned to separate missions and all that. Although, if I teamed up with you more often, I'd probably get onto more covers that way..”
Wade shrugged and continued on.
”So, I'm good at blowing things up, we both agree that's a strength...
You know they should let me on the team anyways, just on principle. I AM a mutant after all...”
[No no, wait, we're not a mutant, we just have Wolverines healing factor right?]
[This is the movie-verse remember, I think they insinuated that we had a mutant ability before Weapon X.]
[Oh yeah smart-ass? Then whats our natural mutant ability?]
[Uhhh, twirly swords thingy?]
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Post by logan on Oct 19, 2011 5:25:19 GMT -5
Someone just shoot him please! Oh wait that wouldn't help. Logan tried not to show his irritation as deadpool continued to talk. "Oh that'll work great! Then we could use ya to flush out our enemies. Maybe have ya seek out high offers an' pay ya to kill 'em for us aye?" Logan chuckled at that. The thought of Deadpool getting tore to pieces and tormented for days was a pleasant thought. Honestly he wasn't half bad but he did tend to hit the sweet spot on the nerves. For all his faults, he was a damn good distraction.
That slap on the back almost knocked his beer over but of course Logan's reflexes caught it quickly. "Like I'd let you loose in a mansion full of teenage females. Don't need rumors of a deformed creep hanging out the window. Might give Spidey a bad rap." He returned the slap on the back, just as hard too. Though having him on a team would be easy. Send him in, have the bad guys try to kill him, maybe make him loose a limb or two... Yeah a guy could get used to having a patsy. Yeah right, when pigs fly.
"Well we could always use more bait on the team." A smirk crossed his face and he looked back to Jill. "Hey darlin', why don't cha bring another pitcher an' a bottle of whiskey." He looked back to Wade. "So you can always look up a couple of the old gang. Might have some work fer ya." He watched jill walk over this way with that sway she always had and their order. She placed the pitcher and the bottle down in front of them with two shot glasses. "So ya up for a few rounds?" He filled up their glasses as Jill walked away. Picking up a glass, he handed it to wade.
"Cheers."
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Post by cristal on Oct 23, 2011 2:47:31 GMT -5
((Hmm, I seem to remember playing another trouble-maker at one point, climbing up the walls of the mansion giving spidy a bad rap.... lol))
Shots? If Logan wanted to shut Wade up at all, shots were a poor way to go about it. After all, they could be slammed back quickly, Deadpool wouldn't even loose a beat.
”Don''t mind if I do.”
[Hmmm, something along the lines of 'Beer before Liquor makes you sicker' springs to mind...]
Wade shrugged, hit his and kept the lips a-flappin'.
”You might wanna tell toots over there to keep 'em comin'. I mean, not to brag or anything, but I'm pretty sure my healing factor is faster then yours.”
Wade smiled smugly and took another drink from his beer.
”Anyways, all I'm saying is that I could be an asset to the team. You know, do the dirty work that sometimes needs to get done, but 'Bright Eye' doesn't have the balls to do. As far as teaching goes, I doubt there's enough money in the world to get me to play nursemaid like ol' Cable.”
Deadpool shuddered. ”I mean just the thought of being locked in a room full of angsty, hormonal teenagers gives me the shivers. I'm sure I could still make myself useful without having to play 'Professor'. And before you start in with the 'I'm the best there is at what I do, blah, blah, blah' I don't care how many ongoing's you have, you can't be everywhere at once. Let me take a little of the work load off yer back!”
He fell silent for a moment, then continued in an almost indignant tone, ”And I know I already mentioned this in that pizzeria thread: I am Wade Wilson, not Slade Wilson. I do not sleep with girls young enough to get me a seat on 'How to Catch a Predator'!”
”....I might look though.”
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