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[withwhiskey]

Someone want to explain what the hell is going on here?

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Jessica doesn't walk anywhere; she stalks and storms. She storms into The Houndstooth, orders a bottle of whiskey telling the bartender to just leave the bottle because "you'll have to see me less and I won't have to talk to you". She takes a swig from the bottle then turns her attention to the PDA, poking at it and scrolling angrily (can someone even scroll angrily? Jessica manages it) through the thing.

"You're fucking serious. What kind of rich asshole brought us here and if it's Tony Stark I'm going to beat him and his bodyguard's ass."

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[withwhiskey]

Awesome. She reacts so well to being poked at. She does poke back though. Honestly, it's not personal. She's like this with everyone except Trish and sometimes, she's like this with Trish.

Jessica rolls her eyes at him and takes a long swig of whiskey. She's going to need a lot of it if this guy is going to continue to talk to her. "Yeah. Write him a strongly worded letter," she suggests sarcastically.

"Wish magic? The fuck are you talking about?" Also, does she look like Nancy Drew? But she'll address that in a moment. Right now she's stuck on 'magic'.

[4thwallbreak]

"Okay, we'll skip the blaming of more strangers for all our woes and move right along to questions that start with 'what the fuck'. As far as segues go it's not great, but it'll do in a pinch." He says, swinging his legs back and forth over the edge of the bar for a moment to the beat of the music playing overhead - some classic rock song that's actually pretty catchy.

He gestures a hand in her direction. "You must be right off the boat cause the wish magic is the best thing about this place! I've only been here a few days and even I know about it." He says that with a certain amount of pride. There was the whole stuffed unicorn thing and he was thrilled that he'd tested it out and it was true. It happened.

"Let's say you need a little excitement in your life and you decide your old vibrator just isn't cutting it. So you wish you had a new vibrator. A bigger one with better vibration. We're talking a V8 engine kind of vibration. Somehow, mysteriously, shortly after you've wished it, there you have it - the Ducati of all vibrators. So you use it that moment and you get more than a little excitement, you get the orgasm to end all orgasms. Voila! Wish magic."

He laughs a bit. "Now, if you had a guy in a red suit, like me, you wouldn't need the Ducati of all vibrators. Just sayin'... putting it out there, only not literally... yet. Do you want me to put it out there so you can hop right on?" He whispers to the side to some unseen someone. "Get it? 'It' is my penis."

[withwhiskey]

"Seems relevant right now," Jessica smirks a little. The music isn't bad. It's not exactly the sort of music she listens to, but it'll do in a pinch. At least it's not country.

"By a few hours," she admits. Yes, one of her first priorities had been getting a drink. She'd also done a little bit of research before hand and what she'd found had been worthy of a drink. She remembers a little about wish magic but she'd skipped over it in favor of monsters, which had seemed more important at the time. It's not as if Jessica wants many things. An endless bottle of whiskey would be awesome though.

His explanation gets a bored look out of her. If he thinks he's going to shock her, it's not likely. "Yeah. I get the idea." She's not sure how she feels about it, but don't be surprised if she ends up with an endless flask of whiskey. She takes another siwg of it and snorts at the next bit.

"Thanks but I can handle myself ust fine."

[4thwallbreak]

"Ooooo I got a total newb on my hands. Even newbier than me! This is fun." Wade claps his hands together and rubs them as if he were coming up with some diabolical plan. He's not. He just likes looking like he's coming up with diabolical plans. It keeps people on their toes, keeps them guessing, and second guessing, and third... you get the point. In any case, he could tell her that the sky will be purple tomorrow and she wouldn't know if he was telling the truth or not. Lucky for the both of them, this place is crazy in its actual reality.

Bored about vibrators? What a sad sad life she must lead. Wade thinks vibrators are something to be excited about. So the fact that she looks bored makes him feel... pity for her. He doesn't much care for feeling pity. That's an emotion he's ill-equipped for, something he left behind when he let himself be experimented on to save his own life. Only he feels it now. Ew.

He does feel accomplished at making her snort, so there's that. It's a minor accomplishment for him since he's kind of stilted in any interaction.

"Oh I'm sure you can. Mental image...." He pauses, looks up at the ceiling for a moment, then nods. "Yep. That's a good one to keep in the reservoir banks of the brain for later." Then he offers her a gloved hand. "Welcome to Itinere! Call me Deadpool... or Mr. Sexy McSexmaster of the land of Sexonia - your choice."

[withwhiskey]

"Not so much." Definitely not as much fun as he thinks he's having, or maybe she's just not having any fun. He's a litle skeevy and Jessica is accustomed to dealing with skeevy guys. He can diabolical all he wants, she's not taking the bait.

She's got much bigger problems back home than being bored with vibrators. She's a little preoccupied back home. Really, he doesn't need to pity her. She's good without pity from anyone, particularly from a guy in black and red spandex.

"Ewww," she makes a face at him and swigs back some whiskey. She looks at his hand like it's diseased, but eventually takes it. "I'll stick with Deadpool if I feel the need to call you." She grumbles a little then finally introduces herself. "Jessica."

[4thwallbreak]

Deadpool is usually having the most fun of anyone in the general vicinity of him. Of course, he's usually only really concerned with the fun and entertainment of himself. He thinks he's the funniest and wittiest guy in the room and therefore he is that thing. Nevermind that no one but that weird megasonic chick and Weasel ever seem to be even remotely entertained by him. He's his own audience for the most part. Well, him and those people reading and watching that he knows are there.

Everyone has much bigger problems back home. He just chooses to amuse himself in spite of them - which is probably part of his own insanity, to be fair. Behind all the skeeviness and the jokes and the 4th wall breaking hides a guy who is hiding some srs bsns pain deep down. He's just become an expert at hiding it and ignoring it for the most part, even before the experiments that sent him into madness happened.

He chuckles at her 'ewww' and seems overall delighted by their entire interaction thus far. "Great! I love that name! My friend Weasel helped me come up with it when I decided to try on the whole alternate identity thing. Every masked identity needs a bad ass sidekick, am I right? Mine's Weasel. He gets my witty banter, feeds me alcohol, has questionable motives and wouldn't back me up in a fight - really lives up to his name. Everyone needs a Weasel."

[withwhiskey]

At least his self esteem isn't suffering? Though Jessica has enough of her own issues to recognize that this guy probably has a boatload of them, and that's not including the obvious insanity.

Everyone has pain and if they say they don't, they're lying. At least that's Jessica's expert opinion.

One of them is having fun. Though, seriously, she could be talking to someone much more boring and much more interested in small talk, or worse, getting to know her."Sounds like a real winner." Though, it sounds a little like Malcolm and dammit now she misses the idiot. She takes a deep breath and a swig of her drink. "Don't you ever get tired of talking?"

Or is that just her?

[4thwallbreak]

Small talk is something Deadpool only uses in an ironic fashion, or only if he actually starts to care about someone beyond the 'friend' and 'must keep safe' aspect of how he views his friends. Lucky for Jessica, Deadpool isn't there yet with her, and may never be. Time will tell. People don't often befriend him in his real life, they don't befriend the real him, anyway. He doesn't expect this place to be any different.

"Funny story. Many an evil super villain has asked me that question, the worst of all of them, a villain named Francis." He laughs, a good belly laugh that even has him grabbing at his stomach. "Can you believe it? An evil dude whose name is FRANCIS??? Yeah, he eventually had to strap me down and gag me to shut me up. He was really into BDSM, now that I think about it. And even then, I just talked around the gag so the jokes on him!"

He pauses and shrugs. "Or it would be if I hadn't killed him. Dead guys don't find jokes very funny. But to answer your question, nope, not at all tired of talking. I could go all night! And in the daytime. I'm told I talk in my sleep too so... or maybe it's more like a mumble."