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[stunningkiss]

Who Rogue stunningkiss | Deadpool wadewilson
Where Out on the town
When Afternoon 4/13
Warning Wade may or may not end up getting punched?
Summary Tour a la Deadpool
Format quick/para cuz I'm lazy 8D;

Comments

[wadewilson]

[Yes, he's suddenly dangling from the tree above her.]

Hey there, Hucklebunny!

I thought we were gonna do a 'nightlife soiree' kinda thing full of drinking and more drinking! Color me surprised when you called up for a little afternoon delight! Hubba bubba!

[stunningkiss]

[Oh gawd where did he-??!! Rogue almost choked on her food :| thanks]

Wh-!!![coughcough! she lifts a finger to signify to give her a moment. She steps back looking at Wade] What the heck're yah- Get down here like a normal person! Yah nearly killed me! [She recomposes herself]

And cool your jets, Shugah. Ah've done a bar with Alison, maybe if the day goes slow we can hit one. [She smirks] Even though Ah could drink yah under the table. [She waves it off]

[wadewilson]

Okay, I'm gonna let you and Dazzbags "doing a bar" slide, because that's just way too easy.

[He flips down, landing in a perfect ballet plié, before shooting up straight]

Calm down, there, Sugarbritches, I'd totally get my hands under your chest and Heimlich you up if you started choking on weiners.

[yes, he makes everything sound as lascivious as possible. And he even cocks his hips in sassy style before the next thing he says]

And you best not let your mouth write checks your body can't cash, darlin'. I'd be willin' to wager against your liquor-holdin' mojo.

[stunningkiss]

[Oh boy, what did she just get herself into? Rogue rolled her eyes, giving Deadpool a shove] Any excuse to get your hands anywhere near mah chest, huh?

[Head tilt] Watch it, now. [She smirks] We'll just haveta see if you survive up to the drinking challenge. In this rate, between you running your mouth and your crude sense of humor, you ain't gonna get far.

[She walks up to a trash can and tosses whats left over from her meal] So, where you takin' me? [She leans over, tapping his mask-covered nose]

[wadewilson]

Carol Danvers? You mean the drop-dead blonde who flies around with the Avengers in a thong and has all the action figures and the adulation of the masses? Yeah, what a sob story her life must be.

[Another lineup of shots comes after he waves for them.]

[stunningkiss]

Hm, well she was none too happy when I took her powers and they stuck. And she was mighty sore about the whole coma thing. Sharin' headspace with her a good while made things pretty difficult. [She downs the next two, exhaling, waiting for Wade before she finishes a third. She licks her lips]

Not that this part of the conversation ain't hart warmin', but Ah'm sure you'd want to know somethin' else other than the deep dark-types. [Head tilt] Make it good.

[wadewilson]

Pff. Fine. So you jerked her around for a while. Looks like she's recovered just fine, darlin'. You didn't ruin anything - that implies it's done broked for good and there ain't no comin' back. She's back and she hasn't lost a supple curve. You're in the clear.

[Bam. Bam. Bam. Twitch. Drinks gone in rapid-fire, and he wipes his mouth before giving her the once over and clears his throat.]

Okay.

Given the long years of X-service and the crazy-ass crazy that comes along with that... how much nooky have you actually managed to finagle? I'm talking numbers.

[stunningkiss]

[Her eyes get big a moment and she shoves him]

Oh mah gawd, Ah should've expected that from a horn dog like you.

[She motions for another set. One more round and she'd be feeling it, with any luck. Dear lord, she better, if she's gonna answer that question]