Who: Deadpool When: Today! Where: Johnny Utah's bar What: Drinking and venting Rating: More than likely PG-13 to R for language. Status: Open to all!
With all the drama he'd been going through with Theresa lately, Wade couldn't help but think that it was impressive that he hadn't just thrown himself in front of a BUS already.
Granted, he'd just be in a shitload of pain and then heal, BUT STILL, OK?
Thankfully, he had his image inducer with him as he walked into the restaurant, taking a seat at the bar. Can you imagine if he'd sat down looking like his true self? It'd be nothing but stares, whispers, and people uncomfortably moving away. But no... thanks to his little technological marvel, he looked like a handsome dude to anyone who looked at him in there.
To anyone who KNEW him, though... this would be an awkward, almost worrisome sight. He wasnt laughing, or cracking wise, or doing anything inappropriate. He was just sitting at the bar, silently accepting a beer from the tender. Yeah... Wade was NOT in a good place right now.