Closed Log, In Progress, Date It Up
WHO: Wade Wilson wadewilson and Theresa Cassidy is_more_sonic
WHERE: A nice restaurant, but not obnoxiously swanky.
WHEN: Monday evening
WARNINGS: Standard Deadpool warnings
SUMMARY: Wade and Terry have been butting heads a lot since he was ported back, so it's time to actually have a date and try and establish what they're doing and why they're sorta grumpy with each other. Plus, he's green and not lumpy, so he doesn't have to wear his mask.
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This is the face of the man Theresa Cassidy is now dating. Green. Bald. Scarless. Maskless. Actually wearing reasonably normal clothes - a nice blue button-down shirt with black slacks and shined black shoes. Don't ask about the underwear.
Not that she ever, ever would. As hot as she is, for as amazingly as she can kiss, Wade's girlfriend seems to be startlingly asexual most of the time. No, not startlingly. He knew this going in. But the fact that she tends to react angrily every time he tries to get his flirt on - it makes a fella wonder.
So best to start poking these questions while he's exotic and ruggedly-good-looking and his crazy has had the edge taken off of it, thanks to losing the healing factor that jumbles his brain cells, and not while he's a lumpy mess she could easily cast aside. Or maybe an actual honest-to-goodness date alone is the cure for all their ills.
Who knows? It's not like either of these damaged dorks understands how to have a functioning relationship.
So it's Chez Vincenzo's Italian Cafe where they meet up, reasonably equidistant from Avengerland and X-Forceland. Sitting down in a booth in the corner, he's once again reminded of how lucky he is to be able to be this way with her at all, and the tension starts to melt away from him just by looking in her eyes. So he gives her a small smile.
"So, are you enamored of your newly emerald yet earnestly erstwhile companion?"
WHERE: A nice restaurant, but not obnoxiously swanky.
WHEN: Monday evening
WARNINGS: Standard Deadpool warnings
SUMMARY: Wade and Terry have been butting heads a lot since he was ported back, so it's time to actually have a date and try and establish what they're doing and why they're sorta grumpy with each other. Plus, he's green and not lumpy, so he doesn't have to wear his mask.
FORMAT: Paragraph
This is the face of the man Theresa Cassidy is now dating. Green. Bald. Scarless. Maskless. Actually wearing reasonably normal clothes - a nice blue button-down shirt with black slacks and shined black shoes. Don't ask about the underwear.
Not that she ever, ever would. As hot as she is, for as amazingly as she can kiss, Wade's girlfriend seems to be startlingly asexual most of the time. No, not startlingly. He knew this going in. But the fact that she tends to react angrily every time he tries to get his flirt on - it makes a fella wonder.
So best to start poking these questions while he's exotic and ruggedly-good-looking and his crazy has had the edge taken off of it, thanks to losing the healing factor that jumbles his brain cells, and not while he's a lumpy mess she could easily cast aside. Or maybe an actual honest-to-goodness date alone is the cure for all their ills.
Who knows? It's not like either of these damaged dorks understands how to have a functioning relationship.
So it's Chez Vincenzo's Italian Cafe where they meet up, reasonably equidistant from Avengerland and X-Forceland. Sitting down in a booth in the corner, he's once again reminded of how lucky he is to be able to be this way with her at all, and the tension starts to melt away from him just by looking in her eyes. So he gives her a small smile.
"So, are you enamored of your newly emerald yet earnestly erstwhile companion?"