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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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.