Neena Thurman pours drinks, kicks ass. (fallsinplace) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-13 22:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, neena thurman (domino), wade wilson (deadpool) |
Who: Neena Thurman and Wade Wilson
Where: A taco truck, then a beach
What: planning to work together
When: Wednesday afternoon
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 because Deadpool
Status complete
Neena didn’t know how to find Wade, which was a problem. After the stuff in the future, she was willing to give him a chance. He’d been semi-tolerable when things were calm, and a hellbeast when things got bad. Plus, he would know where all the trouble was, and Neena wanted a little trouble. Her real life didn’t feel real to her, and she figured maybe it was time to see if she could fix it.
So she was cruising around, stopping at every Mexican restaurant to look for him.
He was at one of the Taco King trucks, ordering some monstrosity filled with cheese and rice and beans and meat and peppers and all sorts of other things best left unsaid.
He wore long sleeves, pants, and had on a wide rimmed hat. There was a scarf pulled up to his eyes.
Neena almost drove past him, but something made her stop. She pulled into the parking lot that the truck was set up in and went up to look at the menu, and try to get a look at Wade. Maybe he’d see her first and save her the trouble of admitting she was looking for him.
He accepted his meal and turned, pulling his scarf down so he could eat. His face was...well it wasn’t as bad as it was in the other world, but it was clearly on the way towards being that bad. The ugly stick had paid Wade Wilson a visit.
Yep, that was Wade. She took a deep breath, and ordered a chicken taco. She could talk to him while she waited for it. “Hey, Wade.”
“SPOT!” Wade started to stuff his face faster, wiped his mouth with his scarf and bounded towards her. “YOU’RE ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
She prepared herself for the imminent hug. It wasn’t so bad, really. At least he was enthusiastic to see her. “Yep. Surprisingly.”
"I was so worried. I talked to this wizard, and we did a seance, and there was NOTHING so I knew you weren’t dead, but I do worry about my woobie. I even left a chicken by your bed but nothing and then they chased me out. Did you know needles hurt?”
You’re babbling
“Shut up, brain.”
Neena chuckled as she collected her taco. “I’m sorry I worried you, Wade. My bar’s still standing, right?” She’d already checked up on it and her employees, but it gave them something to talk about while she ate her taco. She wanted to talk to him about other things, but not in front of the taco truck where anyone could hear them.
“Mostly. I had to fight off some banditos but it’s fine.” He waved a hand, like it was ‘fiiiiiine’. Whether or not there had actually been banditos... “No I won’t tell her the truth, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I don’t care. I told you. Mole men.”
“Mole men?” Now Neena was lost, but she could deal with this. He was actually being tolerable, which she appreciated.
“Mole men,” Wade confirmed, folding his arms as if that decided that. “So what did you do in the future? Were there zombies? Tell me there were zombies, I’ve always wanted a zombie cat....”
“There was one zombie like thing, and a bunch of horrible bullshit. You were still kicking around, obviously.” She made a face. Carrying his head around for even a few hours had been disturbing. “I didn’t mind being there so much.” She wished she could have stayed, in a way. “We need to talk somewhere private. Want to get a drink?”
“Sure. I want a pina colada, can we take a walk on the beach?” Wade waggled his eyebrows at Neena, though it seemed like he was joking. Maybe.
Neena snorted. “You didn’t strike me as that kind of a guy. But it would be fairly private, and a pina colada does actually sound kind of good.” She wasn’t sure this was a good idea on principle, but she didn’t have a better one. “So what the hell, sure. But you’re buying.”
“Fine.” He did have a fondness for fruity things. Maybe it was because his girlfriend had natural pink hair. He pulled something out of his pocket, slapped a hand on Neena’s back, and then they were suddenly at the beach. Personal teleporters, can’t live without them!
The teleport was surprising, and Neena yelped a little. She didn’t like being taken by surprise, but that was part of the thing about Wade. Sometimes he didn’t make any sense, and he usually did his best to be irritating. She pushed her hair back out of her face. “Should have brought a bathing suit, it’s actually warm enough to go swimming.”
Wade shrugged, skipped down to his skivvies, and ran for the water. He didn’t seem to care that his skin was scarred.
Neena wasn’t wearing underwear, so she didn’t chase after him. Spending the day in wet jeans was not her idea of a good time. So she sat with his stuff, plopping his sunhat on her head. It was kind of gross smelling, but she got over it in a couple seconds. A little sweat wouldn’t kill her.
He came back after a moment, looking like a kicked puppy. “Not fun alone, Spot.” He plopped down next to her, and rested his arms on his knees. “You look sad.”
“Sorry, I’ll get kicked off the beach if I take off any more clothes.” She didn’t know if she wanted to talk about what was bothering her to Wade. It would probably just come off as whiny and irritating, and she didn’t want to be thought of like that. “What are you doing for work anymore? I know you don’t have a normal job.”
“Same old same old. I’ve added some stunt stuff for a movie, and I did some under the table operations the other day.” Wade nodded. “Hush hush stuff. Bang bang boom!”
“I’ve been thinking about picking up that kind of work here. Just to keep things interesting, you know?” It was actually kind of a big deal to her. The thing with Kitty had been more intense than anticipated, and the future thing had been inflicted on her. This was the first time she was decisively choosing to hurt people. She ought to feel bad about it, but she didn’t. Which did, actually, make her feel a little bad.
“I’ve got a job Friday. You in?” Wade stretched out on the beach, arms under the back of his head. He sounded surprisingly lucid.
“Yeah. What for?” Those questions should probably be reversed, but Neena wasn’t sure she cared enough to bother. She did scoot so that her body blocked the sun from his eyes. It was only fair, since she was wearing his hat.
Wade smiled up at her as the view was greatly improved. “Well. There’s this shipment coming down I-15. I need to intercept and redirect it.”
“Okay, redirect it where?” She could ignore a little ogling. She was the one not wearing a bra, after all. It tended to grab attention.
“Mexico! Actually, no. It’s gotta go to Idaho. It’s very important it goes to Idaho.”
“Okay, so we reroute a truck, or steal it, to take it to Idaho.” That sounded easy enough.
“Yes, and we have to get it up there in like..three days or so. ROAD TRIP.” Wade made with the devil horns, and his tongue rolled out of his mouth.
“We can do that. No problem.” She laughed a little. Driving to Idaho on intact highways would be a snap.
“And avoid being followed. I’ve already packed the torpedoes.” Wade adjusted his banana hammock. Right there. In full view of god, the world and everyone.
Neena made a face. That was more attention than she’d ever wanted to give Wade’s genitals. “Who will we be firing torpedoes at?”
“People. Bad people. People in between us and that truck,” Wade replied. He got to his feet and stretched. “This is gonna be awesome!”
Part 1 of the plan involved a truck full of chickens....
Neena nodded, her stomach feeling oddly heavy. Apparently this was a thing she was doing, now.