13295/You Are Who You Spend Time With--Bloody Hell

You Are Who You Spend Time With--Bloody Hell
Date of Scene:	16 May 2021
Location:	Harry's Hideaway, Salem Center
Synopsis:	Deadpool asks Betsy for a favor and Spike may consider mercenary work! Probably not but it came up in conversation.
Cast of Characters:	Spike, Deadpool, Psylocke

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Spike has posed:
A few days after the incident in the New York Subway, and Spike is back on his feet, coat mended, and at large. Occasionally, he likes to go joyriding, and tonight, it's taken him all the way up to Salem Center in Westchester County. Feeling a might peckish, he parked his car, a black 1959 DeSoto Fireflite, which... really doesn't look road ready. The windows have been tapped up, spray painted, and covered to block the sunlight, except for a couple of strategic holes allowing him to drive during the day. It's currently sat outside a local bar called Harry's Hideway.

Looking up at the sign, Spike said aloud, "Let's see what Harry's hiding away," and he would enter, as it was a public location. There was a Jukebox in the corner playing music, some people were at the pool table, more at the dart board, there seemed to be some kind of sporting event on the television, and several people at the bar. All in all, a fairly normal night for Harry's. It was surprisingly busy though for a town this size. Harry's always seemed to do well.

Moving up to the bar, he would look at the draught selection, "I'll have a Guinness," and he plopped cash on the counter. Cash he had likely scared someone into giving him somewhere else. Or he just nicked it from Xander's. One or the other.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade walks into the bar, and it all just goes silent at once as everyone stares at the guy walking in. Even the bartender looks nervious as most of them remember what happened last time he was her. No-one moves, as now he is fully armed with a new chainsaw on his back. This one had silver teeth, and a water system to cool the blade which he used holy water just to make it hurt that little more. It has spray-painted on the side 'Betsy II' as the first one had died to the hellfire. He smiles at the group with a wave, "Hey guys.. Be cool I am meeting my friend here." and gives them a wink with a thumbs up. It doesn't take long for the group to get back to normal as he isn't seeming to be causing any trouble.

Spoting Spike he stops.. "Spike... Is that you?" he whips around the chainsaw with a crocked smile "Whats the password... Oh comon I am just kidding." as he slings it back to its spot on the shoulder holder it is connected to.

Psylocke has posed:
The reason the staff stands down? Not so much because they believe Deadpool. Anyone in their right mind wouldn't trust a guy with a chainsaw in a public bar. History or no history of bad behavior there.

They calmed because there was a telepathic wave of calm that was sent over to Harry, letting him know she had his back. And it went to the staff as well. The other patrons? Not so much. Didn't want things to be too strange.

Betsy was sitting at a bar, on one of the tall stools there. She had a bottle of beer in front of her. The cheap kind. That someone like her really isn't expected to drink but everyone had their little sins they enjoyed. Hers happened to be cheap beer.

She kept her eyes on the duo at the bar, staring openly.

Spike has posed:
"Oh bloody hell, not him again," Spike said aloud as he was waiting for his pint of Guinness to settle into that black abyss. And he's going on off that password crap too. Spike was in no mood for it. Chainsaw whipped around, ready to attack, Spike took one quick step forward, arm going for the mercenary's neck, and attempted to bring it down onto the counter, knowing the consequences. If he pulled it off, Spike was going to have a major headache, but it would be well worth it. Amazingly, he hadn't noticed the purple haired woman. But this was Salem Center. There were a lot of odditites here, like a guy dressed up in black and red body armor.

Deadpool has posed:
"Really..." is all Deadpool says as he gets his head smashed though it hurts he takes it, and doesn't even go down as before his head is even off the bounce he decides to attempt to kneecap the man with his pistol. The draw is fast and he is mid swing down he uses his own violence as a distraction from the real threat. "Buddy... comon we can do this all day." he sighs at the other man. "Peace.. comon.. lets stop this here." he holds up his hands one with a smoking pistol in it his voice only slightly off from the parts falling away. The broken parts of his head already healing back as he looks at you.

He does turn then to wave at Psylocke, wether Spike attacks him from behind again or not he will let him decide, but he turns his back on Spike as if he were a forgotten part of his past.

Psylocke has posed:
The room freezes. Completely and utterly. Every person in the room is still as a statue as that gun goes off.

"Put it away. Now. I will not tolerate this sort of behavior in a public location, endangering civilians." Her eyes bore into Deadpool since he's the one with the gun. She does not try to use her power on Spike or Deadpool, the two culprits here. It's the potential witnesses that are the ones frozen with a drink halfway to their mouth. SAdly she can't stop time so the beer-on-tap Harry was filling will be overflowing in a moment.

"If you two want to act like animals, go outside. Or I will make you wish you had."

Spike has posed:
Spike winces at the pain in his forehead as Deadpool's is smashed against the countertop. Hearing the movement of the gun, Harry won't be too happy about the bullet hole in the floor as Spike managed to move quickly enough that his knee did not take a bullet. He's been shot before. It hurts like hell. "Peace..." he repeated, as he noticed that everyone around them was stationary. And with Deadpool, for the moment, not trying to use a chainsaw or gun on him again, Spike said to the woman, "all I wanted was a beer and no chainsaws in the face. Is that too much to ask? Not fond of bullets to the knee either."

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool turns and looks at the others, and then puts the gun behind his back. "They are cool aren't you guys... Don't say anything if your okay with it" as he moves towards the lady to take a seat. "He started it.. Dang it Spike getting me in trouble again." already ignoring the people around him as they didn't really matter to him, but he did move to sit with he other turning the chair around so he could have the chainsaw on his back. "Vampires.. How old are they.. think they could take a joke." and shakes his head in disapointment at spike.

He turns to look at Psylocke.. "Sorry.. Sorry.. That was over some past stuff.. Won't happen again." he says crossing his fingers behind his back. He grins at Spike kindly.

Psylocke has posed:
"And all I wanted was a beer. Please enjoy," Betsy says to Spike as the room remains still for a few moments longer.

When Deadpool moved to a seat near her, she turned to keep both of them in her line-of-sight. She also sent out a 'net' of sorts. Not to read their minds but to keep track of where their minds were. If one of them moved, she would sense it at least. She was not reading what they were thinking as she preferred not to do that unless absolutely necessary. It was an invasion of privacy.

"I don't believe you. But that is neither her nor there. In the future, in this particular location, I would appreciate you behaving at all times. This is one of my favorite bars and I do not appreciate bad behavior."

THen the people started to move again. Harry cursed as he found what had been the start of filling a mug suddenly a mug overflowing onto the floor around his feet. He quickly started cleaning that up after pulling a new mug for the customer in question.

Spike has posed:
Spike just shook his head at the antics of Deadpool, and picked up his beer, taking a nice drink of it. It tasted good. They must sell a fair bit of Guinness here. It was terrible to order a beer that would just sit in the tap for who knows how long. After putting his beer down, he waved Harry over, once he was done with the cleanup, "I'm a bit peckish. Got any appies, like uh, ooh, what about stuffed Yorkies with horseradish cream? Or chorizo-filled dates wrapped in bacon? You know what, I'll take whatever your two most popular appetizers are." Then looking at the woman and Deadpool, "better make that three."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade sighs, "Well that isn't going to make this next part easier... I need a favor." he looks at her for a long minute. "I need to kill a man and.." he looks at Spike.. "Someone has restricted me from doing so. Vampires are cool, they are already dead... But this is a human, a normal human." he looks at her seriously for the first time since he entered. "He has to die.." he shrugs a bit, "I thought maybe you could put a word in. You know how this world works, how it isn't so black and white. So I figure I would ask you."

He stops and looks at Spike.. "So what are you doing out of your shopping malls... Spike right?" he grins a bit, "Thought I almost saw you fighting in those sewers though." he looks at Psylocke, "I thought I was hard to work with.." and chuckles a bit more thinking about what it took to get Spike to fight or well what he had seen at least as he wasn't around the other times.

Psylocke has posed:
He keeps mentioning vampires but honestly, she knows Deadpool is a bit out there. So despite him referencing them, she's pretty sure that he's just speaking whatever comes into his brain. It doesn't register he's meaning Spike's one.

At mention of fighting in a sewer, she glances questioningly to Spike.

Just as Harry is staring at him with each thing he tries to order. Until he settles on appetizers that are popular. With that Harry grunts and moves to type in the order on the computer. Potato Skins. Loaded Chili Cheese Fries. Jalapeno Poppers. Spike is surely going to be disappointed when he gets that fare for the trio.

Betsy takes a swig of her beer before looking back to Wade. "I don't kill people." Which is kind of not the truth. "Or go out of my way to do so." Still not quite the truth. Dammit. "Unless they are trying to kill me." Almost. "Or other people." There. She said it. "So just because you can sense something about me, don't assume I'm a mercenary."

Spike has posed:
The questioning glance from Psylocke produces a response, "oh, he doesn't understand the difference between sewer and subway. Both underground, but two different beasts. Bit of a long story, in this company, even with that trick you did, whatever it was."

Spike tried his best with the appetizers. A shame Harry hasn't upped his game. And with the refuting of the mercenary status, Spike offers up, "I could be. Might be fun. Used to call them Soldiers of Fortune. So I figure the pay is good." And then more towards Deadpool himself, "I heard you were a mercenary. So, how come you gotta ask permission of," and then to Psylocke, "sorry, I didn't catch yer name luv," then back to Deadpool, "to do what you do for a living. Or... you're not."

He looks to them, and made a whipped noise, testing to see how both of them react. He was convinced that they weren't an item, but decided it might be fun to suggest it.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool holds his hands up.. "Whoa... whoa.. I never said you were a merc I mean sure it would be a great line of work for ya, but I mean we all do what we do for our own reasons." he shakes his head, "This guy would fit into that last category.. He is behind something real bad, like humans as livestock bad." he shakes his head, "I am taking the.... client to go see a wizard then I am off to go take care of it. I would like someone on my side when it goes down so I don't have to leave... home." and grins a bit as she should know what he is talking about.

He looks over at Spike, "The pay is really good, could get over a million for the right hit, but there are some people who are... helping me.. that I can not anger. It is like Buffy to you, I think, you can do lots of stuff but you know if she found out she would kill you." he shrugs, "Kinda like that.. kinda.." he grins as they wouldn't 'kill' him, but it would be just as bad. "I haven't killed a living human in weeks... it is driving me crazy, but I am doing it.. and the trip wasn't really that long to begin with," he chuckles.

With that he shows his chainsaw, "Those friends in the... Subway.. right.. You did bang my head pretty hard back there. Are my substitute.. And I am getting better at ending them night by night." though he stops and looks at Spike.. "Your kidding right.. I am like a 1 and she is easly a 8 or a 9.. Comon man.." and laughs. "Besides.. the lady I love is way better." talking normally not really caring if he is over heard or not it wasn't like it was some big secret.

Psylocke has posed:
Things just keep getting weirder. The other guy, Spike, seems interested in the mercenary gig. Which equals him not being necessarily a pillar of society. A fact reinforced as Deadpool continues about him upsetting someone named Buffy. All Greek to her.

The whip noise has her rolling her eyes and getting another swig of her beer. It's almost gone so she motions to Harry for another. Just as the appetizers arrive, arrayed out in front of the group but closer to Spike since he ordered them. "Betsy," she offers to Spike. So he has a name to go with the face.

She looks back to Deadpool. "So you need a chaperone. And the fact you need to kill people...bothers me. A lot." At least she's being honest. "So you have a person who is into human trafficking. WHy not just let the authorities get him? Is he involved in that thing from the other night?" SHe doesn't spell it out but she's meaning the Farm raid.

Spike has posed:
"Spike," he offered back to Betsy, with all the confidence of a man who has gone by that moniker for over a century and a half. And then he took an interest in the food arrayed before them, taking a bite out of one of them, while shifting the plates enough so that it was obvious that they were for the three of them.

He didn't have a clue about the first part Deadpool had meandered through, but he did catch the million, "a million you say? A million. That's a lot of beer and pretzel money. No one pays that kind of money without it being really bad." And then Deadpool went on about not having killed a living human in weeks. This was so surreal. Once upon a time, it'd be Spike moaning about that. But only when drunk, or in appropriate company. He would never say that in public.

And then, Spike was getting a second headache. "Okay, first of all, you're not a one. No matter how annoying you are, you've got abs, seem to know how to handle yourself in a fight, and no matter how ugly you are under that mask..." And Spike whispered, "what am I saying," then shaking his head. "And Betsy is not an 8, or a 9, but," and turning to her, "you're a ten. Maybe even an eleven if you want to play that redefining the limits thing that men do in these sorts of things. But you're at the top of whatever the scale is. I need a drink." And he took a big gulp of his beer.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade points when she says her name.. "Like my saw here.. Beautiful yet dangerous.." as he pats the chainsaw with care as he liked his new weapon. "People need to die it is just how it goes.. If you look around in a year some of these people will be dead." he gives a shrug, "Usually it isn't personal just how it is how its always been." he looks at Spike, "Tell her you got to get this right?" though just gives a shrug like it makes all the sense in the world to him at least.

"If you want to come with me thats fine, but I need you there when I tell.. the others." he grins, "I think they will be alright if you say it was... because then it isn't... Willy Nilly as one said." he shrugs a bit as he ties to explain. "And I wasn't there, because I am not on their team.. Had I been there he wouldn't be living now. But I was asked, and I made a promise to someone that man would die.. I don't care about the organization it will be brught down like you said. There is only one target for me, and it is the person that runs it."

With a sigh he looks at Spike. "I warn you friend.. there is a good reason she is the chainsaw..." and leans back just incase, He didn't know what she could do, but he knew better to underestimate people. He wasn't sure she would rise to his taunts, but it was always best to step back before it reached that point. "Perhaps what my friend is saying is he would be willing to listen if work came up. Yes?" he glances at Spike to see if he would take the clue or not though he wouldn't say more as to involve him in that mess of a conversation.

Psylocke has posed:
"If it is involving the Farm, I'm out." Betsy says flatly. Spike may not know what the Farm is but then again, they both are losing details here in translation so it's okay at this point.

She does give a nod and a smile to SPike when he gives her a higher rating on the fluid scale that is men-rating-women. It was okay, women had them for men too. And it was completely subjective. What one person found attractive, another simply did not.

Her attention went back to Deadpool. "That was turned over to the authorities. I am allowing them to handle it. If they don't, then come talk to me again in a couple of months. I appreciate that you made a promise but I would prefer they be brought to justice and suffer far, far longer. If that makes sense."

Spike has posed:
Spike has no bloody clue what either of them are talking about. But he did pick up the nod and smile from Betsy. And that it seems Deadpool made some kind of promise to her, a promise he was honoring. That was very informative. Seems Deadpool had a code he lived by. Spike gained a bit of respect, even if he really couldn't follow much of what he had to say. If Betsy were to invade his mind, she'd find that Spike was currently thinking about how much pain he could endure by hurting Deadpool, and how much pleasure he would get from inflicting it. He was trying to find that sweet spot.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade shakes his head, "So be it then.." is all he says though it obviously isn't the end of it in his eyes. He had tried, tried really hard to make this work with them, but if they will not work with him he had only one choice. He sighs a little and leans back. "I won't bring it up again." he looks at Spike and stands. "Always good seeing you again Spike.. Tell Buffy I will be in town again soon I hope to start the hunt for those stone people before they can get their footing." he glances over at Betsy with a hard look. "Thanks for your time... At least ya listened." though his voice is flat now.

With that he turns to go he was going to be busy, the authorities would have to wait their turn because one way or the other he made a promise to a kid and he wasn't going to let a kid down. He stops a bit of his way out. "It was fun.. But as I said.. All things die in the end." he grins to himself looking back at the door. "Well most anyway." his mind is in termoil but the thoughts of killing this person were still strong.. really strong and it wasn't bound to just go away anytime soon,

Psylocke has posed:
Betsy was not invading any thoughts. It was a complete misuse of power and invasion of privacy. Not that she wouldn't when she needed to but she tried not to when socializing.

Even when socializing involved someone wanting to kill people.

As Deadpool got up to exit, she frowned slightly but she wasn't going to change her mind. SHe understood his resolve, yet she also had to believe that the authorities would do their thing. Especially the authorities it was given to. It wasn't the local police department. SHIELD was involved and they--sometimes could be as deadly as Deadpool.

She picked back up her bottle then glanced over to Spike, arching a violet brow. "Stone people? Right up there with vampires," she scoffs a bit. "Should I even ask or just accept it all as Deadpool logic and move on?"

Spike has posed:
"Uh, yeah, good seeing you too," Spike said, not really meaning it. He was terribly confused, and lifted his pint as if to suggest he would tell Buffy about his return, but honestly, Spike probably wasn't going to mention any of this. He did listen, he just didn't understand. He didn't speak crazy canuck.

"That second option sounds about right." He debated whether to tell her he was in fact a vampire, or if best to just move on. In the end, he too went with the second option. He raised his pint to toast with hers.