"A hard time for Barry? You got it Rev." Wade replied as he hefted a fair amount of bags up the stairs. He'd given her all of the light ones and kept the heavy (more importantly the liquor) bags for himself. "What do I have to work with? Lazy eye? Malformed from birth? Ooh! Ooh! Tell me he has a kuato I can make fun of?! That'd be great. I'd just have to try not to get jealous about that." He fell quiet for a moment as she went to knock on the door. "Man.. I want a kuato." The merc muttered to himself.
And suddenly there was yelling. He stood there for a minute watching as the daughter and mother yelled back and forth. However, the moment his name was mentioned the mother's tone changed. She seemed genuinely interested and Wade paused half a moment before following Harley inside the house.
"Heya Miss Quinzel!" Wade said and looked around. This was new. Meeting the parents. That..that was a big deal right? None of his other girlfriend friends ever introduced him to their folks. Granted.. most merc's had killed their parents long ago. Still, this was new territory for Wade. So he wanted to make the best impression possible. Which meant shedding the uniform and digging his image inducer out of the junk drawer. The old thing was set to the close approximation of his former good looks. On top of all that he'd even gone out and bought himself the most hideousfestive sweater he could find.
That combination of it all left him looking rather dapper if he did delude so himself. "This is a nice place you got here." Wade focused the running commentary on everything he saw to hopefully dial back the crazy. "Nice coat rack. I had one myself but it's all chipped from all of the kniiiiiii--I mean all of the times my cat knocks it over. Crazy crazy Revolver. His hearts in the right place. I checked. He wasn't too happy about that though."
Wade began setting grocery bags on the only empty space he could find. "I hear tell you are a connoisseur of boxed wine. So I brought you some of the finest blends this year had to offer." Wade hefted a few boxes of liquor up for Harley's mom.
"That's.. nice of you Wade." She narrowed her eyes and then pointed to a spot for him to set them down. "It's funny.. you don't look like what I'd expect from some of my daughter's..friends. You don't look much like a clown to me."
"Well, I left my floppy shoes at home." He replied and begin pulling more stuff out of the bags. "They make pushing the gas pedals a chore."