Who: Wade Wilson wade & Abigail Whistler playlistfighter What: Oops I did it again. When: Saturday, May 23, after dark Where: Streets of Test City Rating: Audience Discretion is Seriously Advised Warnings: Language. Wade Wilson. Abby hates everyone except Hannibal and possibly Alice. Nobody knows the trouble I've seen...wait, wrong song, seriously just don't read this if you're offended by anything ever. I never know what to expect from a scene with Wade. He's clinically and criminally insane. With papers. Status: Closed/In Progress
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Test City had a network which was filled with people who talked. None of them seemed inclined to keep their secrets to themselves which Wade thought was fantastic. He'd learned more about the people in Test City than he had known about Bea Arthur in like two hours! It was a constant source of amusement for him to keep the insanity at bay. Baby helped, but she got tired of amusing him after a while. The pair of them had to take breaks from each other.
It was the only way to avoid actually trying to kill each other.
He'd heard about the woman on the police force who said she was a vampire hunter. Nightsomething. He didn't know. All he did know? She filled out her uniform in all the ways which mattered and had no problem flirting with another woman even if she did spoil his fun by saying she was straight. What happened to that fantasy being left alone? Didn't she realize it was untouchable? Wade felt it would have been much more PC of her to say she was technically straight but not narrow.
He could have still thought about her touching her hot female cop partner with that line.
"So you're like a vampire slayer or something? Does that make you all Chosen and shit?"
Wade said it as he dropped from a fire escape to hit the sidewalk at her side as if they had been holding a conversation rather than only himself breaking her down in his head. For him, it was pretty much the same thing. Wade was flexible on how much input he required from the other party when he was talking. As long as they were breathing or could suitably assumed to be breathing? He was fine with it. Everything was golden or gravy or some other word starting with g which meant satisfying.
G-spot?
Wait.
What was he thinking about?
Shaking his head, he said, "Sorry. My mind wanders. It happens. I read your posts on the network. You and the lesbian doctor? Could be really hot. You should have clarified with how you're straight but not narrow so the rest of us could've had the fantasy to fall back on in hard times. Get it. Hard times? I slay me! Oops, I did it again! I know, I know, leave Brittney alone! Anyway, I'm Wade. You're hot. How's the whole vampire slaying thing work out for you here? We've got more than one, y'know?"
They had several vampires. Wade knew from reading the net as well as being able to see. Fuck if they weren't obvious for the most part. He was still on the fence about what the dogman with wings was supposed to be. He had fangs. Did he just eat his prey raw or was he also a blood drinker? Who knew? He'd have to track him down and ask or something. If he remembered. Eventually. Damn the cop lady vampire killer was hot. Her rack was seriously distracting. No wonder she was still alive. The vampires probably just stood there staring while she killed them. Wade knew he'd let her take a few swings at him before reacting.