Mauvaise Chance Apartments, Apt 10, Wednesday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

It had been a while since Wade had talked to Aly. Especially after the bit of anger that never happened, so there would be no talk of it ever, la

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[tricksy_spy]

Aly had spent most of the day after her class playing with the new knives she'd gotten for her birthday. When she got back to her apartment, the thrum of the television inside got her to lift an eyebrow and wonder just what prank was being pulled this time.

Careful to prevent the crazy kittens from escaping, Aly pushed open the door. "Wade!" She eyed him, glancing around for the trick. "...did your TV break?"

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool gave her a hurt look, looking as innocent as possible.

It was an... interesting look.

"Can't a guy visit his friends?"

[tricksy_spy]

She smirked and bent down to pick up Ow, trying to ward him off her feet. "It did break, didn't it. Did you bring me food at least?"

[mouthy_merc]

"Did not! And I did bring booze."

[tricksy_spy]

Aly flopped on the couch beside him, tossing Ow over. "What kind?"

[mouthy_merc]

"Beer, some sort of sake that Arashi kept in the house..." He leaned back, trying to see the rest of the pile of alcohol he brought over. "Something vaguely pink and most likely more suited for a Sarah Jessica Parker show..."

[tricksy_spy]

She stood back up and went into the kitchen to get a glass and collect a box of cookies because obviously cookies and alcohol go well together.

"Here," she said, coming back and holding out a glass. "Put something in here for me and I'll drink it."

[mouthy_merc]

They did in Deadpool's book!

(Cookies!)

Aly was now so much more awesome now that she brought him cookies. Saved him the trouble of rifling through her cabinets and fridge. He gave her a winning grin and poured one of the pink things into the glass, adding a bit of vodka to it as well.

You can NEVER have too much vodka.

[tricksy_spy]

Aly eyed the resulting bright pink drink with a bit of trepidation. "I'm going to hate myself tomorrow, aren't I."

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool waved dismissively, handing over the pink concotion. "Don't think if it like that, think of it as having a lot of fun tonight and mildly less fun tomorrow."

[tricksy_spy]

She laughed and took a long sip of the drink. "What are we watchng?"

[mouthy_merc]

Finishing his own drink, Wade leaned over the couch to grab another. Ooo! This one was lemony! "Dirty Jobs. We watch and see just how much torture they can put that guy through in various jobs that involve heavy machinery or sticking his hand in places hands weren't meant to go."

[tricksy_spy]

"Why aren't there any painfully skinny models on is what I want to know," Aly said, frowning. "What's the point of watchng the guy when we could go watch other -" she caught sight of Mike Rowe. "Oooh, he's kinda cute."

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool snorted as Aly was so easily distracted by the host of the show.

"It's not on yet, a new season won't start until fall." He frowned. "Hopefully. I do love those vapid little models so much."

[tricksy_spy]

The hand not holding the drink reached over to thwap him on the arm. "I miss them, but I'm becoming converted to this way of thinking."

[mouthy_merc]

"Aly, it's okay to let those feelings out. I won't even laugh at you!" He had to stop and consider that, scratching Dee's head idly. "Much. I won't laugh much."