Lemmings

[ms_tique]

Mystique stares at the HellHouse. This is why she has minions.

No.

This is where she acquires minions. Her current lot need a few more weeks to stew in jail after the bullshit they pulled while she was in Genosha. She'll break them out when she needs some muscle or when they stop whining about paid vacation leave, whichever comes first. Right

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[wadewilson]

Wade squints a little at the page stickery. "This your pal Dominique's handiwork, too?"

He glances over to his Nutella.

"You sure about this, Weaz?"

[la_belette]

"Y-Yeah. Pay's good, she's a good customer. S'all good."

...She'll protect me from your psychotic past lays...

"Yeah, I'm sure."

[wadewilson]

His eyebrow cocks.

"You realize you can slip sexual favors as payment into the fine print of the contract, right?"

[la_belette]

Considering what just went down? Weasel doesn't even blink.

"Who's to say I haven't?"

...Please, Mystique, don't blow this...

[ms_tique]

"I don't do minions."

She takes a long drink from her Heinekin.

"Mind you, Chinchilla is a contractor."

[la_belette]

A contractor of love. Ahem.

"Freelance always does have the best perks, I've found."

Wait, is he FLIRTING with her? After watching her force-feed Fenway a bottle of Roach's piss?

Sure looks like that.

[wadewilson]

Ah, the whiff of desperation.

"Two conditions," he says, finally, glancing at Mystique. "One, spare him any of your Mutie Superior schtick. Treat him like he has the mutant power of excessive drool. Two, at least give him a peep show at some point, because it only helps your cause of sapien subservience anyway."

Plus, he wants to hear about what color the nipples are.

[ms_tique]

"The first is non-negotiable. He's coped before. He'll do it again," she says, matter of factly. "As for the second, if that's all you're asking in exchange for a loaner, I believe we have a deal."

She holds out her hand, a little surprised Deadpool didn't ask for a peep show of his own. Of course, Fred uploaded her and Irene's home movies to BitTorrent, so he's probably already seen it.

[wadewilson]

He takes her hand, while looking at Weasel with the 'you owe me lots of free stuff' look.

He'll leave the asking for peek-a-boos to the truly desperate.

For some reason, he's feeling some weird sort of 'hope-for-the-future' vibe. It's new, and he doesn't know what to make of it.

"S'alright, Monty Hall. Look, Fenway's dressed as a giant vegetable," he blurts, as C.F. carries Fenway's unconscious body into Patch's back room.

Patch ain't happy. He's got the Bactine.