Who: Deadpool and Weasel NPCs: CF What: Wade has been making some serious bank since Weasel discovered his new found talents. So the merc with a mouth pays his humble nerd a visit to give him his share of the profits. When: Tuesday, September 7th. Couple hours after this. Where: Hell House, Chicago. Rating: PGish? Notes: Let me know if you want me to change anything Gail! :D!
Some things never change. And then some things do. Hell House was a wretched hive of scum and villainy where Mercenary's could come to get their whistles wet and possibly a job. The dilapidated old building had been one of the few constants in Wade's life for over two decades and if there was one thing he never expected to change it was this former all girls school turned bar that he frequented. However on this particular night he was pleasantly surprised to see that his favorite bar (short of the galley on the Pacific Princess) was sporting a much larger group of women. Something fishy was going on... Since when did broads like to do merc work?
As he pushed the door open, Wilson's skin rolled and shifted every few seconds. It rippled in an eerie fashion as his ADHD mind took over and turned him into what he wanted at the drop of a hat. He snagged one of his favorite punching bags with a long, tan arm and brought him in close. "Hey, CF, buddy ol' pal. How's it hanging short stuff?" He gave CF a nice, sharp sack-tap before continuing with his questions, "What's with the taco-to-sausage ratio in here?"
"Ow!" The large blob of a man flinched and guarded his genitals from any more attacks. "Th-that's Weasel's d-d-doing Wade." CF tried to worm his way out of Wade's grip even as he explained the situation. "He's got some k-kind of power over them."
"Thanks Pop'n'Fresh." Wade grabbed a handful of CF's shirt and threw the man out of the bar via the swinging door. With a wary expression he followed the hordes of women towards the back. It was his hope he'd find his tech nerd somewhere amongst all of the T'n'A.