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]

"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?"

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"I think these people are starting to think we're either dating or as batshit as you are."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"See, this is why we should stick to the island. People don't blink at talk like this."

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"But there's no Hooters on the island," Weasel pointed out. "There's plenty of hooters here... in all shapes and sizes..."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"That's why we have your laptop of porn," Wade pointed out.

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

Weasel was just going to stare at him. "Okay, you've been in the land of the sausages for too long. There's nothing like the real thing."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"It's been a year!" Wade's head and the table made good friends there.

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"There, there," Weasel said, very carefully reaching over for a good pat on his back. "There's breasts here."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I think I need to get back on the horse! Ask a nice pretty woman out on a date," Wade decided.

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"...Didn't you just say there was no one left on the island except the kids?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'll find someone!"

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"If Cable really is trying to date you," Weasel said, shuddering a little bit because that was a mental image he didn't need, "Might want to be careful."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade grabbed him by the shirt. "Boobs, Weaz. It's been a year!"