Mainland - Hooters, Sunday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

There was never anything quite so appealing as a bar filled with women in tight shirts who served damn good hot wings.

Deadpool loved him some hot wings.

"I love me some hot wings," He said, as if to prove the narrative correct. Of course, he wasn't looking at wings. More at the white meat variety.

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Hey! He doesn't have boobs!" Because that storyline was never explored. "I mean, he could. But it would just look like a horrible male to female transsexual operation gone awry. So... just him normally, I guess."

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"... I was talking about two, or rather four, completely different reasons," Weasel elaborated, "...Two antisocially-sized mugs of beer, miss, and watch the wiggle... but thank you for putting that image in my head..."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I try." Wade sighed happily. "How are Sandy and Inez?"

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"Inez is still using Hayden's face for bullet practice, but she's good," he replied, grinning after the waitress's wiggle. "Sandi's fine... dealing with Tasky."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Those two need to just tonguekiss and get it over with."

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"Not while I'm around, please," Weaz warned. And thunk! Beer. "This place is awesome. So, no boobs, how else is life...?"

Hey, he was on Minsc's dime here. He could small-talk as much as he damn well wanted to.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...I think Nate's trying to date me," Wade said, waiting of course for when Weasel was drinking.

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

If it was a magnificent spittake he was waiting for, Weasel's was probably just a little below expectations.

"Don't say that," he muttered, scrambling for a napkin, "I'll owe the Cat money."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'm not saying to share that around," Wade replied, rolling his eyes. "Just that I think he's trying to do that without me noticing. I'm trying to figure out the why part now."

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"Just keep your voice down," Weasel hissed. "... I mean, what?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I know! It's very suspect if you ask me."

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

He had to take another sip of beer to deal with it. "Are you sure you're not just imagining things? I mean, I know you guys are kinda... um." Codependent, he didn't say. He figured Wade would fill in the blank with something that wouldn't get him stabbed.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Well... maybe. But this is just weird. And the people on radio keep calling it a date!"

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you can have man-dates without actually dating!" Now Weasel was just affronted in his manly honour. "We used to go to the movies all the time!"

Okay, they watched porn in Weaz's apartment while he avoided eating too many snacks lest Wade stab him in the leg or something. Same diff.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade snickered. "Hey, remember when we saw Die Hard?"

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

Weasel could so live with this subject change, you had no idea. "The first time or the time with the lamp?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...wasn't the first time with the lamp? Or was that the time with the fat lady sitting in front of us?"

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"The first time was the fat lady," Weasel agreed, drinking more beer, "The third time was with the lamp. The second time, you stabbed me and I wound up in the hospital."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"You tried to take my Junior Mints!" Wade insisted. "Those are sacred, man."

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"You stabbed me in the shoulder! I nearly bled to death!"

Oh, old grievances. "You owe me the tab. Well, right now Minsc is catching the tab, so you owe me the next one."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I got you to the hospital in time!" Wade grumped.

It wasn't like he was heartless here.

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

Weasel rolled his eyes. "Because you had that job in the morning!"

People were starting to stare.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

And slowly move away. "Well I needed your help on it!"

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well--"

There was a pause as Weasel realised all of the above as mentioned in narrative. "Umm, Wade..."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade was too busy drinking to notice. "Yeah?"