29 Chimera Court, Thursday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool had yet to leave the house since returning, but he had however, stopped drinking.

So much.

Mildly buzzed was a nice place to be instead of WHYAMIPUNCHINGMYOWNLIVER drunk.

He sipped a beer and settled back on the cough with Max to watch the wonders of Flip that House. He kinda wanted to tear out the tiles in the kitchen now. To make the house be worth more, of course.

Hopefully.

"Oh please, like those cabinets can be fixed up! CHEAPSKATE!"

[[ooc: For the other parts of the Merc/Spy/Ninja trio should they happen by]]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"But still no Janice," He replied, though it was half-hearted at best.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She leaned into him slightly because being invisible wasn't as much fun as one would hope. "No Janice. But maybe Tyra will have had work done."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"And as long as she hasn't enhanced that fivehead of hers, it just won't be the same," Wade replied, leaning back against the invisible Aly. "Otherwise she'd have to get drunk and mean to match her."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Drunk enough she couldn't remember the contestants' names?" Aly asked. "Cause that would be fun."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No, just drunk enough so that she doesn't care and resorts to calling them by their worst feature."

Wade may have put too much thought into this.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly laughed. "Hey, receding hairline. Get over here."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Exactly!" Wade replied with a sage nod. "Poor Bucktooth, she'll never be America's... Next... Top... Model."

Why yes, those dramatic pauses were quite necessary.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"That's right nostril-breath, I'm talking to you now," Aly smirked.