Wade &#39;Deadpool&#39; Wilson

Aly sighed at Waade. "No one's going to touch him. They're just going to give him a lap dance."

She crossed her arms and looked from Arashi to Wade and back. "Either they are or I am. And we both know which'll be more embarrassing."

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For some reason Arashi had no problems with Aly going up there. Probably because he knew her and trusted her for the most part.

The strippers, he didn't have that trust with. "I'm okay with you going up there."

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Not to mention the MANBITS.

"Manbits!" Wade sighed as a large amount of drinks were brought to the table finally. "Dibs on the Sex On the Beach!"

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"Too bad there isn't a Timmy Ho's around," Aly said sadly. "We could have Timbits later."

She paused. "No, stripper dances first! They have bits I don't. Much more fun."

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Arashi slumped and grabbed a drink, chugging it down in one go. "I need more booze for this... a lot more booze."

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"Mmmm, Timbits."

Wade sipped his delightfully girl drink delicately. One pinky up even.

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Aly took a big pink drink and drained it. "Mmm, pink drinks and naked men. This is an excellent day."

She paused. "Anyone bring any singles?"

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"No," Arashi frowned. "Do we need them?"

Even being raised by Jiraiya, he wasn't familiar with strip joints. Though he suddenly kind of wished his father figure was there.

Odd to that he hadn't heard from the man.

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"You see," Wade said, downing the drink now. He clearly needed to be a wee bit drunker for this. "You put the singles in their wee g-strings."

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Aly sighed and dug in her purse. "HA! I have a bunch here." She glared at Wade. "No comments. You may both have some when the time comes."

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"You can have mine... really."

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Wade sighed, finishing another girly drink.

"You're supposed to shove money into poorly constructed outfits here, 'Rashi. I won't even get jealous."

He sipped what looked like a Cosmo. "Much. I won't get jealous much. You like manparts! Have fuuuun!"

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"You can shove money in my undergarments, Wade," Aly offered innocently.

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Arashi downed a few more drinks. He needed it, badly. They were also running out of booze. Maybe there needed to be a bigger table.

"...This is just really weird," He sighed and shook his head.

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Snapping his fingers, Wade pointed out the empty glasses to confused waitress. "More pretty please!"

"It's supposed to be!" He paused. "Wait, I get to shove dollars down Aly's pants?"

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Aly grinned up at the waitress. "And could you please send a pretty boy over here? We need to prove to this spoilsport that it's not weird."

"Baby, you can always shove money down my pants," she told Wade.

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"Can't I do that too? Or do it to Wade?"

It was his birthday though, you'd think people should be giving him money.

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They had cake!

And booze!

And... manparts.

"I'm okay with money being shoved down my pants..."

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Aly sighed. "No shoving money down any man's pants but the nice young gentlemen who are working hard shaking their manbits for your enjoyment. Save your kinky games for at home."

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Arashi might have mummbled something about the enjoyment thing.

Maybe if he put all the money in their pants they'd go away. He laid his head down on the table. "Fine," he sighed.

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"Have another drink!"

Drinks helped everything, really.

"It'll be like that first time without all the emo!"

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"Definitely another drink," Aly smirked.

She caught the eye of one of the dancers and stood up to wander away. "I'll be back."

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There might have been Arashi banging his head on the table.

Maybe.

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Wade patted him on the shoulder, flopping over to get a better look.

"I thought you liked manparts!"

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