3345/Scene 3345: Note to self, insert funny title here -- Deadpool

Scene 3345: Note to self, insert funny title here -- Deadpool
Date of Scene:	09 December 2017
Location:	Luke's Bar, New York City
Synopsis:	Rogue and Deadpool share a drink while Sam (Jerome) tends bar at Luke's
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Rogue

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Deadpool has posed:
There's a man sitting at the bar, and he's really dragging the whole place into the dive bar category. A super of some descript, or a wannabe, by the looks of his tattered costume. He's wearing a red and black costume, though the top of his head has been burnt, so there's a large hole there. His right hand has also been burnt, creating a hole in the palm of his glove. He's had some sort of glue applied to his body, and feathers. He's without socks and shoes, and the bottom and sides of his feet look like he's stepped on multi coloured glass. All in all, he's had better days, but Deadpool has a beer, so it's all good.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had fake IDs, a lot of them, she used them to get drinks at bars all the time. She'd been out shopping for Christmas gifts for all of her friends... Strange and Wong had been the hardest to shop for though.

Rogue's dark green Bentley pulled up and parked outside. A car that had been gifted to her by a woman who'd wronged her... It was a car that was waaaaay out of her league, financially, but visually? She looked pretty much like the kind of girl you'd picture getting out of a car like that.

With black wool jacket on and a dark green scarf wrapped around her neck, Rogue separated from her car and entered the bar. She definitely could pass for 21 at least... but it might make some savvy bar tenders wonder (the car probably helped though).

Rogue stepped up to the bar and put her gloved hands onto her scarf as she started to pull it from around her neck. She did a double-take at Deadpool but didn't want to stare... She showed her ID to the barkeep and then ordered a tall beer before seating herself on a barstool and reaching up to run a hand through her two-toned hair.

Deadpool has posed:
Turning on his bar stool, which creaked. Had the man been shot? There were several bullet shaped holes in the man, though his skin didn't look bullet riddled. It looked weird, but not bullet riddled. "Same again Sam," he said to the man who was most definitely not named Sam.

"Wade, I'm not going to tell you again. My name's Jerome." To which Wade replied, "good one Sam." Looking across to the young woman, who seemed to get the bartender's attention when she ordered a tall beer, he leaned over and whispered, "nice ID." He hadn't actually seen her ID, but he was a pretty good judge of things like that and figured it was a fake by her looks.

"Mine said Preston Yip back in the day." Yeah, he had a fake ID when he was young, and had a Chinese name. Yeah, he looked like a Preston Yip, what with his long blonde hair, back when he had long hair, and you know, none scabby skin. Oh, those were the days He drank another long gulp of his drink. Of course, he was drinking milk and now sported a moustache on his lip. His mask had been pulled up enough so he could drink.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue accepted her beer when it was delivered to her, she'd gotten a very dark lauger because she liked the heavy beers way more than the thin and light ones. When the strange man spoke at her about her ID, she sent her green eyes over at him and she stared at him. Her eyes were surrouned by a black eyeliner which made her stare a lot more intense, even for her young age.

"You don't strike me as a 'Preston'." Rogue replied to him then while she lifted her beer up to her lips and sipped from it. She looked at the back of the bar where all the bottles were lineed up in front of a shiney mirror. "You look more like a... Tommy." She said, looking at DP in the reflection of said mirror.

But she swept her gaze back over toward him to her left. "What are you? Some kinda... street performer or some such?" She asked in her thickly sultry southern toned voice.

Deadpool has posed:
"No? Yeah, the people checking didn't think so either. "Tommy?..." and then he broke into some light heartened singing, "can you hear me? Can you feel me near you? Tommy can you feel me? Can I help to cheer you? Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy" which was from a song by The Who.

"But no, I'm not a Preston, or a Tommy." His voice then became a fair approximation of Sir Sean Connery, "the name is Wilson, Wade Wilson." And turning to 'Sam', he said, "I'll have a vodka martini, shaken not stirred, and something for the lady too, Sam." Jerone, becoming frustrated, grumbled, but made the drink, and asked her, "what's it going to be?" Even though she still had a drink.

After Jerome had left, Wade added, "not a performer. I'm actually a mercenary, government agent, and wannabe mutant. I've been studying up on them, and someday I'll be one. I just know it. You can be anything you want if you set your mind to it, right?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue listened to the eccentric man say all of this to her and she definitely didn't believe he was some kind of mercenary. "Uh... right." She said with a slight laugh there-after. "I get the sense you're more of a comedian. Like one'a them prop comedians who smashes watermelons with a big ol' mallot, splatterin' everyone in the audience with melon goop." She smirked and took another sip of her drink.

At 'Sam' the young southern flower would just shake her head. "Just a bowl'a pretzels would be nice." She said at the handsome bartender with a flirtatious smile added for the older man.

A moment later and Rogue would look back to Wade. "I'm pretty sure ya gotta have mutant genetics before you can become one. Which... usually show themselves at puberty. Which I'm guessin' you've advanced pretty far past that stage." She said back at him with a slight grin.

Deadpool has posed:
The katanas strapped to his back, and guns at his hips, and ankle, and all the pouches, well, if he wasn't a mercenary, he was pretty good at cosplay, even if he looked like he had been through a war, with all the damage inflicted to his costume and body. "I would never resort to such base comedy." And as he said that, there seemed to be a rubber chicken leaning against the rim of his drink. He must have distracted her while he put that there. "Isn't that right Henny Penny?"

"Oh, really? Can you get them from a transplant?" He seemed genuine there, like his heart was breaking at the idea he couldn't be a mutant, no matter how much he wanted to be. Those big white eyes were welling up, on the verge of tears. "Oh, my girlfriend says I act like a child, all the time. Come to think of that, would that make her a wannabe pedophile?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looked back over at him to see the rubber chicken there now beside his drink and she listened to him prattle on. "You been carryin' that thing around in your trousers all day long?" She asked him about the chicken before shaking her head and reaching out to accept the bowl of pretzels from the bartender, which she thanked him for quietly.

"Any girlfriend you have, must be a real fun and acceptin' lady... So I'd do wise and not go around callin' her such an awful word like that." Rogue said while taking off her gloves and then reaching out to pluck up a pretzel and snap it in half.

Rogue looked back over at him and then plucked half of the snack into her mouth. She nodded her head at him. "I think swords like that are illegal, by the way. Unless they're rubbe'ah too?" She then said with a smirk while lifting her beer up for another sip.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade laughed as she was giving it right back to him, which was unusual. "Only when I need his help to play water polo," he replied, referencing an episode of American Dad, where Klaus helped Steve to become a top water polo player by Ratatouille-ing him. "And she is, she really is. Yeah, didn't mean it that way. She's terrific."

"Yeah, they're a little bulky, tough to get on an airplane, but you whip out a couple of swords at your ex-girlfriends wedding, and she will never, ever, forget it."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue set her beer glass back down onto the coaster and she slowly turned it around in a circle a few times atop the coaster. She then popped the other half of the pretzel between her lips and munched on it while listening to him reply.

A headshake was given then, her white bangs waving around either sides of her head as she did it. "I don't think they want anyone on airplanes t'have a couple'a ninja swords."

Rogue looked back over at him then, a glancing stare. "Why would ya wanna inject yourself with mutant genes anyhow? Ain't ya seen all the bullshit going on out there over them? People wanna kill'em all."

Deadpool has posed:
"They' don't want people to have any fun. Last time I flew, they were upset about my guns too. And if I don't have a gun, how am I supposed to stop the terrorists from taking over the plane? I have the right to bear arms, I think," he tilted his head, and raised his arm, "depending on interpretation, and that's without including the foreign national aspect, which certainly throws a monkey wrench into that well regulated milita thing. But anyhow, guns are fun. They make a loud bang and look really cool, especially when held sideways, which is really dumb, and painful, but it looks so cool."

"I've always wanted to be a mutant. You know, they gave me my big break. If not for them, and Uncle Sladiekins, I wouldn't be here. Mutants are awesome. I just wanna be a part of something. Besides, anyone who kills a mutant is going to have to answer to me. Unless I'm the one killing the mutant. In which case, I have to answer to me. And I might not be too happy with myself."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue set her glass down after another sip while he rambled on about stuff she didn't fully understand. She looked forward again at the far side of the bar and then glanced back at him, her white bangs laying across her left shoulder in a curving show of smooth snow-white. "Maybe they think you're a terrorist?" She said at him in a light teasing sort of way.

"Yeah well..." She looked then back down to her drink. "From what I hear, mutants are gettin' hurt 'nd killed all the damn time. So I guess 'they' are gettin' away with it just fine." Whoever 'they' are.

Rogue looked up at the mirror again, eyeing everything in the bar at the same time. "Ya look like you were in a fight then?" She asked him, staring at him in the mirror.

Deadpool has posed:
"Oh, uh, I had to play babysitter to some diplomat's kid who thought I was a burglar or something. Went Home Alone on my perfectly sculpted butt. The problem of being a government agent, when not doing my side job as a soldier of fortune and assassin for hire." Yeah, like he'd be a secret agent. Of course, he hasn't even admitted to what country he works for, or what agency, so maybe he's not that bad. "Don't worry, it all grows back. I may not be a mutant, but I'm far from normal."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue would smile at these words and put her green eyes back onto her half-emptied glass. "Well that much, I can tell is true." She responded then to the 'far from normal' part. Another pretzel bit was consumed by the southern girl and then she glanced back over at him.

"So what Agency are you with?" She asked him. "Neve'ah seen no government tool wearin' a costume like that." She'd add, her eyes quickly scanning over his black/red attire. "Looks more like some kinda creepy sex suit." She'd add with a smirk before looking back to her drink.

Deadpool has posed:
"If I told you that, then I'd have to do something I don't wanna do, so I'm not going to tell you. But it's not the Chinese agency. They're so good, nobody even knows what their group is called. Actually, it's the Ministry of State Security, or MSS, but they get like no press, not like the CIA, NSA, KGB, which now go by FSB, but like, other countries have widely known acronyms. Did you know what the Chinese one was called before I told you? Be honest." And at the sex suit thing, he added with a smirk, "I wish."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had a large smile on her pink painted lips at his rapid rundown of agencies that were thrown out there so fast she hadn't had time to really register any of what he'd just said.

With a slow single shake of her head right to left she looked to her left at him again. "I genuinely don't know." She said at him. "But uh... I assume its a buncha rich assholes who are overpaid and grossly incompetent at their jobs? Like all the others." Her smile turned ith a little grin and then she looked back to her drink for another sip from the glass.

Deadpool has posed:
"I find that the more someone's paid, the less competent they become, and I'm very well paid. Wait, I shouldn't have said that. I'd like to say I'm the exception that proves the rule, but honestly, I suck at my job. It's why I barely take a passing interest in it. But you know how it is. Gotta support the troops, fly the colours, do one's duty. I make murder fun for my country. Because," and he does an Arnold Schwarzenegger voice, "they're all bad."

Rogue has posed:
This would earn an smirk from the young '21' year old Anna-Marie. "I'm sure." She replied softly to him then, reaching her right hand out to pluck up a napkin and then wipe her hands off on it before wrapping it around her drink glass to absorb some of the watery sweat on the glass surface.

"You sound like a real American Hero." She said over at him with a sly grin. "I hope ya don't kill anyone I like though. Cause then I might have'ta fight ya, sugah." She added, letting the grin linger a moment longer before she let it fade and then lifted her drink up for almost the last sip from it.

Deadpool has posed:
"Anytime, but I get to choose the style? How about fighting in those inflatable balls, or sumo wrestler suits, or mud wrestling? I probably should have led with mud wrestling. Of course, my girlfriend might not be too happy about that one. I'm a good little merc... some of the time. A real American Hero? I should set that as my ringtone for somebody. I like to set a different ring tone for everyone I know. Like for work I have It's a Good Day to Die from one of the Starship Troopers sequels." And he plays the clip.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue finished her drink and then pushed the empty glass forward on its coaster. She grinned at his words and the little song he played on his phone. "Yeah well... I'd think twice about mud wrestlin' me." She said then as she pulled a couple of bills out of her jacket pocket to pay for her drink, setting them down half-beneath the pretzel bowl.

Rogue looked over at him as she went to stand up and put her scarf back around her neck. "Cause ya see..." She held onto the scarf's ends in front of her chest. "The less clothin' I got on, the more deadly I get." She gave the man a grin and a wink before sure turned for the door.

"Stay safe, Miste'ah Wilson." She said to him before turning toward the doorway to go back outside.