"Being a team player is fucking overrated unless you trust your team. That shit takes a long time though," Abigail replied. The only reason she trusted the Nighstalkers was because it was her father that put them together. Otherwise, she probably would've just continued on alone, fighting until she ended up dead. It was nice to have people to support her, someone to work on new weapons or a cure or some other new way to wipe vamps off the face of the fucking earth. She trusted those people with her life, and she'd honestly never thought that would be an option growing up.
"Just make sure I don't have to write a report about it. I don't like clean up, got it?" Abby could care less if he and his girlfriend got off on killing things, particularly if they didn't leave any evidence behind. Maybe they'd be nice and take out one of those fucking vampires, which would be just fine with her. Enhanced healing factors were far more fun to talk about though, as well as the fact that Wade described King pretty damn accurately. She liked the beard, though seeing Wade's clean-shaven face, Abby was willing to admit she wouldn't mind that either. Maybe she'd get King to give it a shot, since his beard would always grow back.
"He's cut, and I'd say he's got the edge on you right now. Pretty sure he's bigger than you. More muscle. You're a little leaner." She moved a few steps ahead and turned to walk backwards, watching the way his body moved. "Definitely leaner. I'm pretty good at those pages where it's two pictures with little changes. I could have fun with you and King next to each other." Abby was getting turned on just thinking about it, mostly because a good lay was a good lay, but two dicks? That had the makings of a great lay.
It was less arousing to think about Wade working with dead people. Particularly in such a way that he wanted to make them look good enough to fuck. The question was there on the tip of her tongue, but Abby decided she did not want to know. Not even a little. "Deadpool. Hilarious," she deadpanned, holding the look long enough to make it a joke before she cracked a smile. He was funny. Abby liked him just because he made her laugh and also because he looked like the guy she fucked on the regular. Even though he was crazy, he was fun. In small doses, she was sure.
"More people need the same attitude about sex. Where King and I come from, there's no guarantee that we're going to live long enough to have anything serious. I've got his back and he's got mine, and sometimes that includes fucking because that's what adults do. We fuck. Last thing I need is to piss of a psychopath, though, so I try to assume everyone's got that stupid domestic idea of sex wrapped around their dicks unless told otherwise. I've killed a lot of things, but relationships aren't on that list, and they're never gonna be." People did deserve their happy endings, but those didn't exist for people like her and King, and probably like Wade and his chick. That just wasn't how the world worked.
"You're going to have to go easy with the insults, though. Homeless hobo is kinda funny, but he's got good hygiene for the most part. I'm still gonna fuck him after the three of us go a few rounds, so don't leave me with too much of an ego to rebuild, huh?" Abby liked fucking Hannibal. He knew her body, knew the things she liked and the things she didn't, and they were a good match sexually speaking. He was adapting scarily well, but she wouldn't hold it against him.
Abby grinned at Wade, stopping at the front of an alley to get him to stop as well.
"Wanna go for a test drive?" she asked, tilting her head toward the darkened alley. It wouldn't be the first time she had a quickie in a back alley, and it wouldn't be the last. He'd gotten her fucking horny, talking about a threesome anyway. He should at least be kind enough to relieve her of that.