A bar - Hell, Michigan - Monday evening

[mouthy_merc]

One bodyslide away from the island, they arrived in a small town that proudly proclaimed it's name.

"Welcome to Hell, Nate!" Wade said, grinning cheerfully. "I coulda told you it was in Michigan, but I thought that was just assumed."

Where else would Hell be?


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[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Somehow," Nate replied, as he idly glanced around to take in his surroundings, "I think this is going to go the way of 'Intercourse, Pennsylvania'..."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Can we get the t-shirts?" Oh, someone was far too excited here.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Try to contain the excitement," Nate deadpanned, pacing down the street, "If you can find an open shop."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure they all sell them!" Wade insisted, following him at a leisurely pace. "And just how did you get all that gunk out of your hair?--which looks positively dazzling today, by the way."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Thanks."

At least the place had bars; he'd have to give Wade that. "I shampoo."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it's the gremlin goo," Wade suggested. "You could sell it!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate pushed open the door to the one bar that had looked... just their kind of reputable. "Keep that in mind for a career change."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"It could be the most expensive product because you have to hunt the wiley gremlins!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"German or Canadian?" he asked, partly to let that one slide, and partly because while import? wasn't even a question, nationality of said beer was. Nate nodded at the barman.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Canadian, my good man," Deadpool said to the bartender, ignoring the looks.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate firmly sat his posterior down on a stool by the bar. "Canadian," he repeated, and now the barman quickly went into gear. "So," he continued, "How is Robin dealing with the job...?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I think--" wade paused for dramatic effect. "You're building up a nice lil' base."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"You did like the swivveling chairs," he deadpanned. "Anything about ms. Scherbatsky?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Don't pull the same crap on her you try on Irene," Wade replied.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"People aren't interchangeable." He took the beer the bartender slapped down in front of him, and took a sip.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Wade muttered, grabbing his beer.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Really," Nate affirmed. "She shares some of Irene's skills, but I'd be hard-pressed to confuse the two." Which meant he'd just have to pull different crap, instead.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh." Wade drank his beer calmly. He so believed Nate. "So! How was your team?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Young," Nate replied, taking a swig. "I had to ask one not to bring a fireball on a stealth mission, but otherwise it worked out." You know, gremlin guts notwithstanding.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"A fireball? Did you have that annoying Storm kid on your team?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Storm would've been harder to deal with." Compliments where compliments were due. "I'm simply glad Stryfe kept to himself." Probably brooding.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"It's probably because I took his helmet," Wade replied, preening now.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Do you still have it?" He'd wondered what happened to the objects the inhabitants of the other island had left behind.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...well it was in my closet the last time I say it."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Hm," he said, eloquently. "Might be a good way to start a trophy case."

Nate missed his a lot, sometimes.