Office Hours, Sunday

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool was writing in a journal today. Not that he did that normally-- it was more Hayden's thing, after all. That damn scene stealing bastard.

Day three of office hours

I fear my sanity may be slipping as the parents and siblings just keep coming. Wave after endless wave! All with questions and demands and no baked goods to bribe me with. When will it stop? When will this horrible and pointless weekend stop?

Tell Cindy she's still my best gal.

Deadpool

Okay, so maybe the WWI helmet and melodrama had been a bad idea in retrospect.

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[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

Okay, she did feel a little calmer after last night's... lapse of judgment. (It'd been an attractive lapse of judgment, but that didn't change the point, etcetera) but Irene had a feeling she was going to need all of her hard-won calm for this meeting.

"...Deadpool?" she asked, tentatively.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...Irene?"

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"Unfortunately," she replied, heroically fighting the urge to facepalm heavily. "...How are you doing?" Well, now that wasn't awkward at all.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'm good." He put the helmet away slowly. "Got a promotion."

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"The office is... nice," Irene tried. She looked around. The bookcase caught her attention soon enough. "...I know at least five of those are Nathan's."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...he doesn't miss them," Deadpool replied quickly.

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"He's going to," she said, inanely, "He's fond of the Oprah Book Club. Ummm... did you say you got a promotion?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Vice Principal!" Deadpool informed her proudly. "And this swank new office."

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"...God help me, I've ventured onto an island of clearly insane people." Irene really couldn't resist the facepalm, and so facepalm she did, quite emphatically. "How's the work?"

This had been a very bad idea.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool pouted at her. "Aww, where's the love, Irene?"

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

A very profane part of her wanted to point out that she left it in a hotel room last night, but that would only encourage her.

"So... you helped get us the generator from Rumekistan... the people are thankful." She'd said thanks to him about once and wasn't about to add to it too much.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool shrugged. "I got bored. So! How are things? The wife? The kids?"

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"Still straight and still no kids, Wade, but thank you for asking," she muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose under her glasses. "How's Nathan doing? In your... estimation. I can't believe I'm asking this."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...he's mayor. Of an island."

Put the pieces together. It made a puppy like on the box.

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"And yet there's no hippies on the streets," she pointed out, "And he hasn't aggravated any world governments that I know of."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Well, he has you to do that, right?"

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"I'm a reporter, Wade," Irene muttered. The rubbing was turning into a tick. "And maybe an amateur politician. But I don't push buttons."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool sighed. "So. How long you think he's gonna keep this low key thing going?"

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"Think ten steps ahead of him," she muttered, taking a chair and damn well flopping in it. "Then you tell me."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...Argentina."

That was the best he could come up with.

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"He's on Thailand now."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade made a face. "Why?"

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"Because the country is a mess?" she tried, pushing her glasses back up her nose. "The old president has fled, and the people are close to rioting about who should rule in his stead... if it'd been a few years ago, he'd have been there by now."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...Okay." Still weird coincidence. "And how's the book deal going?"

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"It went fine." At least he was still not trying to hit on her. "So..."

And back to the awkward.

"...How's the wife? How's the kids?"

Oh god, now she was echoing him.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Divorced, thanks for asking," Deadpool replied cheerfully.

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"...I'm going to need a very large drink on the plane back."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...is it because you pine for me?" Deadpool asked, leaning over his desk like a schoolgirl.

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"...No, Wade," she said, pulling back and looking... well, mildly creeped out. "I certainly don't pine for you..."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"It's okay, I won't tell!"

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"Why," she said, aloud, "Do I keep putting myself into a position where I have to confront your strange and twisted way of thinking? I could have just stayed in bed..."

Lapse in judgment or not. The man was pretty.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool just batted his eyes at her. A lot.

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"I'm leaving now," she informed him, and got up. "I better not get any phone calls about you."