Your Friendly Neighborhood Mercenary (deadp0ol) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2015-07-28 07:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, deadpool (deadp0ol), ~alex vause (alex_vause) |
Deadpool: Best boss ever?
Who: Alex and Wade
Where: Alex's Apartment
When: Friday, July 24th
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After her first run for Wade, picking up legal and not so legal supplies for those on board Knowhere, Alex made her way up to her apartment, made her way to the kitchen and pulled a beer from the fridge. She then plopped down on the sofa with a heavy exhale. Thankfully all the places that she had to go to today were on Earth, but that didn't make the work any less tiring. "Christ, I need a foot massage," she muttered to herself as she popped the top on her beer and took a swig, finishing her thought with: "...And a roommate or something so I'm not always fucking talking to myself." She'd been doing that a lot lately. Shh.
Of course, she'd have someone to talk to momentarily, as Wade stood outside her door, wearing Bermuda shorts, sandals, a "Special Olympic Dance Team" t-shirt, and his mask, knocking not unlike Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory.
"Alex." knock knock knock. "Alex." knock knock knock. "Alex." knock knock knock.
Alex rolled her eyes. He'd be adorable if he wasn't so damn annoying. "Door's open!" She called back. She generally only locked it when she was in the shower or went to bed, but at least she had the option now that she wasn't in prison. She got up again and walked back over to the fridge and called out again: "Did you want a beverage?"
"Nope... I am ALL GOOD IN THE HOOD, Hotness. So, how'd everything go?" He asked, sitting down and kicking his feet up. "You didn't contact me, so I'm guessing there were no issues?"
Well, so much for being a good hostess, she thought. Still, she poked around in the fridge for a minute to see if something in there would satisfy a craving, but ultimately decided against it and plopped back on the sofa, beer in hand. "None whatsoever. You know some interesting people, dude."
"I tried to tell Jazz he'd have better repartee with folks if he started off with "fifteen bucks, little man... put that shit, in my hand!" but he just WON'T LISTEN." Wade said with an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. "And Frank, well... he only sells to us because he know what it's for. It's his way of contributing to helping you all out."
"If that shit doesn't show then you'll owe me, owe me, owe," Alex sang in reply, laughing and shaking her head. Hey, Jay and Silent Bob may be juvenile shit, but it didn't make it less entertaining. "Castle was... intimidating as fuck, dude."
"Yeah... he didn't like the idea I had that we should do a buddy-cop sitcom. Bummed me out, man." Wade sighed dramatically, before looking around. "So.... you got everything on the list?"
"Yep. The lingerie was a bit of an eye opener," Alex joked with a husky laugh. "Some places were a rip-off, let me tell you." Still, she quirked an eyebrow: "Dare I ask who all that's for?"
"The sexy stuff was a special request from She-Cap, which admittedly makes the mind go to WONDERFUL places. The guns, games, and other various stuff are for an assortment of folks, and the porn?" He grinned sheepishly under that mask. "That's mine. Yup. All of it. What can I say, I wanna educate the Mrs on various forms of kinky fuckery."
"Lovely," Alex chuckled, toasting with her beer before taking a swig. It occurred to her then that she could have anything that she wanted in life... and sadly, she couldn't think of a damn thing beyond the satisfaction of working and doing a good job. Jesus. "Are all the jobs gonna be like this?"
"Similar, yeah." Wade told her, honestly. "Some will take a little more finesse than others, but basically? You're helping to get your fellow refugees things that they'd otherwise be unable to get. And you're gonna be glad to do it, too. And not just because of the money. You'll be looked at with gratitude by everyone here. And most importantly? When I leave here tonight... I want you to come with me. I told you I'd get you a better place to live, and I meant it. You're gonna be on the same floor as my wife and I... and you'll have a huge, three-bedroom apartment all to yourself to do anything you want with."
Alex quirked an eyebrow. "Are you fucking serious?" Well, there was gratitude for you... "Not that I'm not grateful, but I'm only one person, Wade!"
"So? Get a roommate. Get a pet. Throw wild lesbian orgies. Whatever you want." Wade said with a shrug. "You're doing a service to everyone. You deserve to live like it. Besides: if you get sent home, you'll be back in prison. Shouldn't you live it up for however long you're here?"
"Right. ...Right," Alex replied, shrugging as well before having a few more mouthfuls of her beer. She didn't think that she'd done anything to deserve any of this, didn't think that she'd worked hard enough. It felt weird to have things just handed to her without any real effort on her part. She finished her drink and set it down on the coffee table. "Well, let's see this new place so I can get started on those orgies."
"And just remember your pal and BEST BOSS EVER when it comes time to record said orgies for posterity!" He said with a cheesy (yet hilariously serious) grin. "Especially if you can get the hot little blonde chick involved. The alien girl? She's young, yeah... but perfectly legal!" Sigh. Never let it be said that Wade didn't try to help his friends though, right?