017 - The Time That Your Enemy Gives You

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool is sitting at the bar. No, he's NOT depressed. Actually, he's kind of happy. In a good mood. Yes, it's possible to sit at a bar without being sad.

[He's just humming a tune under his breath as he cheerfully knocks back a few.]

[This is a familiar feeling.]

What? Alcoholism?

[No, stupid. Love.]

I'm not in love.

[Which is why you told her you loved her.]

I say things sometimes.

[Believe me, I know. So we were playing her, right?]

What?

[We just said that stuff because we're using her, right?]

...

[Right?]

...Maybe?

[Ugh. You're hopeless. Well, don't come crying to me when this one burns down your house.]

That doesn't always happen.

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Love? Ne, did Deadpool meet someone?

[mercwamouth]

[Oh, this is awkward]

Um... kinda?

[madamemoiselle]

Kind of? How so?

[mercwamouth]

Remember those Thunderbolts I was talkin' about? She's kinda their leader.

[madamemoiselle]

{Giggles}

You've gotten a crush on an enemy?

[mercwamouth]

But she's hot! And I think she digs me.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, those are very good reasons, I'm sure.

[mercwamouth]

Plus she's got a really hot Russian accent. I never really understood why broken English is sexy, but it so is.

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

[Graverobber was sacked out in a booth, but he's a light sleeper by necessity so now he's up. :|] Do you always conduct therapy sessions with yourself?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley will hop up onto one of the barstools nearby, trying and failing to not stare at Deadpool.]

You know, I ought not to be surprised, after all this time, and yet...

[mercwamouth]

Surprised about what?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...you know, never mind.

[He snaps his fingers and a glass appears in front of him]

So who's the lucky lady?

[mercwamouth]

[Your mom]

Gal by the name of Black Widow.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Black Widow? Sounds a bit sketchy, doesn't it?

[mercwamouth]

Hey, at least she's a woman.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley doesn't have a snappy comeback for this, though his jaw visibly tightens. He gets up off the bar stool and walks around behind the bar to browse through the bottles.]

[mercwamouth]

Nah, I'm just joshin'. Don't take it so serious.

Black Widow is a bit... extreme, but I like that in a dame.

[ghostlighter]

Talking to yourself? [Again?]

[mercwamouth]

If you can't talk to yourself, who can you talk to?

Besides, how do you know I'm not talking to an imaginary/invisible friend?

[ghostlighter]

Other people?

Are you?

[mercwamouth]

Well what if other people aren't around? What, are you just going to not talk?

Why would I want to spoil the fun and tell you?

[ghostlighter]

Yeah, pretty much.

Because it will end this conversation that much more quickly?

[mercwamouth]

Well (something you might not have noticed yet, possibly because you are almost as swift as a newborn platypus), I like to talk.

[ghostlighter]

... Yeah, I noticed. It just looked like you were busy with your... other conversation.

[mercwamouth]

I can have more than one conversation at the same time.

[What an idiot.]

[I know, right?]