WHO: Deadpool, Agent Booth WHAT: Batch-slapping WHERE: Marina Del Rey Public Library (not too far from the firehouse) WHEN: Friday Afternoon RATED: PG-13/R
Wade hated Booth. He still hadn't quite figured out that Booth and Angel were not the same person (just you wait until he finds that Silent Hill dude) and even if he did figure it out in the dense fog that was his scrambled brain... he most certainly didn't care. It was almost a hobby for everybody's favorite mercenary--
"Heyyy, thanks!"
He pulled up in his ratty van to the firehouse where he knew Abby, Wade-lite, Fathead and that new chicken to reside. He walked down the block, looking into every coffee shop and book store that might have had a free wifi hotspot. On a whim (despite his hidden fear of public libraries-- it's a long story he'd tell you about later) he went into the library thinking just maybe Potato Head would be goody-two-shoes enough to use government sanctioned free internet.
"Probably not even using it for research, that snotrag..." He grumbled as he strutted into the building not bothering with the metal detector that was wildly ringing behind him. It was easy to spot Booth. I mean- who could miss that gigantor lump of collected lipid cells?
"Pizza delivery for a Mr. Seely Booth." He announced, marching directly towards the FBI Agent.