Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Sunday Evening
Deadpool had heard the news. Oh, Deadpool had heard the news.
So he'd done the logical thing to do when you lost a loved one. He bought a shitload of beer. With a child en tow, yes. But that pesky lil' voice--it sounded like Bea, except that it didn't and it sounded like Nate--kept telling him this was a bad idea.
Bastard that he was.
And there was Deadpool, on the couch of Nate's place--he didn't think the lemming would mind--showing Jan episodes of Golden Girls. She's fallen asleep after the third one and was clinging to poor Max like the fox was a doll. Deadpool was really in no better shape.
Tether was staying far away from him lest there be a repeat performance of that weekend he didn't like to talk about and was emo and missed JEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAN.
Instead, he clung to the plastic ball that housed the owner of the home. Shut up. He was grieving.
[[Mostly establishy! R.I.P. Bea, you fine lady you!]]
So he'd done the logical thing to do when you lost a loved one. He bought a shitload of beer. With a child en tow, yes. But that pesky lil' voice--it sounded like Bea, except that it didn't and it sounded like Nate--kept telling him this was a bad idea.
Bastard that he was.
And there was Deadpool, on the couch of Nate's place--he didn't think the lemming would mind--showing Jan episodes of Golden Girls. She's fallen asleep after the third one and was clinging to poor Max like the fox was a doll. Deadpool was really in no better shape.
Tether was staying far away from him lest there be a repeat performance of that weekend he didn't like to talk about and was emo and missed JEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAN.
Instead, he clung to the plastic ball that housed the owner of the home. Shut up. He was grieving.
[[Mostly establishy! R.I.P. Bea, you fine lady you!]]