Will I be getting a lollipop for writing in this?

[terry_cassidy]

A journal. Of all the things I could be doing with me time. (Shut up, Wade. I know ye have a few hundred suggestions.) I suppose 'tis better than always having to find a meeting when I'm longing to have a wee jar or three

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[wadewilson]

In a fizzy red glow, there appears a man named Deadpool, dangling upside-down in a tree outside her window.

"Hey, Red! How they hangin'? Just like old times, huh? Maybe you should pass out or something so I can feel extra pathetic!"

[terry_cassidy]

She gets to her feet and walks over, bracing her hands on the windowsill. "Ye amadan, what are ye tryin' to get me tangled up in this time?"

[wadewilson]

"Just my pants, babe. Long time, no grope! How's live in X-Geek-Topia? How often to they rebuild this place, anyway? I could swear they blow the shitburger cracker out of this mansion every spring like clockwork, but it's always back in full swing like gangbusters."

[terry_cassidy]

Is that the start of an asthma attack or just a very heavy sigh? "There'll be no gropin' of any o'me parts tonight, Wade. Stay in the tree if you like. I've got other things on me mind."

The moonlight glints on something standing on her bedside table. Something made of glass.

[wadewilson]

That hits him a bit... weirdly.

"It'd probably also would've meant you'd be much less driven to drink in the first place. It would've meant you'd be nice and cozy in the Land of X-Geekia and wouldn't have to have gotten a case of the worries for a down-on-his-luck slob that never ceases to disappoint."

[terry_cassidy]

"Killebrew," she says quietly. "Ye didn't disappoint me when ye turned away from him."

[wadewilson]

There's a moment of silence.

"Sure managed to do it in Iowa, though, huh? Knockin' your steroidal Injun Joe around... should've known promises to shitbags like me are only valid as long as you ain't got nothin' better to do... or no ONE better to do..."

[terry_cassidy]

"What? I didn't--" She looks puzzled at first, then her expression clears, and is replaced by shock and horror. "Oooohhh, I'm the amaid here. Idjit bloody shitehawk of a woman. And ye still took the bottle from me?"