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[Hello Plane! There is a rather attractive, dark-haired young woman (with great cheekbones) sitting at your bar, drinking your liquor. She's everything you would imagine a starlet/celebutante to look like: flawless hair, manicure, tiny little designer dress, expensive shoes and fashionable sunglasses.]

[She's currently sipping absently on a martini of some nature, looking extremely bored. Or tired. It's hard to tell through the sunglasses, really.]

[Feel free to bug her? Him. Whatever.]


((ooc: THIS IS NOT AN EXPERIMENT. Demons can change shape. And...yeah. Really that's all I got. Just poke the girl!demon, will you? XD; ))

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[mercwamouth]

Dunno. I just grabbed the first thing I found. I'm no bartender.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

That explains why I couldn't place it.

[He gets up and moves around to the other side of the bar to mix himself a Bloody Mary.]

What've you been up to lately? Aside from making sure gays know their place and such.

[mercwamouth]

Getting my ass handed to me by a man-shark.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I—

[a pause; he stops what he's doing and stares at Deadpool]

Seriously?

[mercwamouth]

I'm always serious.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

A man-shark.

[mercwamouth]

Named Tiger Shark.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You don't seem much worse for the wear.

[mercwamouth]

You mean other than the psychosis?

Yeah, healing factor, buddy.