A bar - Hell, Michigan - Monday evening

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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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He considered that. "And keeping an eye on Terry," Nate said, finally. He'd remembered that part. "New York has always been... busy. But beating up criminals and murderers wasn't going to clear that up in the long run."

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Wade clenched his jaw slightly. "I should call her or something..."

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"She might like that." He took a quick glance at Wade's facial expression.

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"And maybe punch Madrox a few times." For the fun of it.

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Nate followed that up with a, "She might not like that."

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"I could always say he hit on me!"

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Nate reached over to pat him on the shoulder. "I doubt that would help."

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"...he hit on Monet?" Wade offered.

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"Don't hit Madrox, Wade," Nate said, patting one more time before dropping his hand, "It would not end well." Although that might be funny.

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"Can I stab him a little?" He asked slowly.

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"No."

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"You never let me have any fun," Wade said, sighing dramatically.

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"At least you've moved on from claiming I'm a spoilsport."

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"I'm trying to switch things up!"

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"Sure," he said, and flagged over another couple of beers.

It was going to be a good night.