8288/Mercs and Burgers - What Could Go Wrong

Mercs and Burgers - What Could Go Wrong
Date of Scene:	17 October 2021
Location:	Big Belly Burgers
Synopsis:	Wade learns the truth about Cael. She doesn't give a shit about him.
Cast of Characters:	Cael Becker, Wade Wilson, Sara Pezzini

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Cael Becker has posed:
    As ever, the perk of a motorcycle in this city is the possibility of finding parking spaces - something almost impossible when she's out in the Corvette. In fact, Cael only has to go half a block away before she finds a safe place to stash the bike, before she's strolling back to the burger joint with her hands shocked into the pockets of her leather jacket. Reaching the door, she doesn't wait for the others as she steps in - intent on securing a table for the three of them.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    It only takes Wade a bit more time than Cael to arrive, and that's because he took the time to put on a shirt over the mutlitude of holes in the torso region of his suit. He really thought about the Hawiian patern but settled with a simple light blue one. It provides only the barest of modesty given his other injuries.

    Entering the burger joint he inhales deeply. "Ahh... the smell of arteries hardening from cholesterol" he says with a possible smile (he still has the mask on.) He scans the area looking for one or both of his presumed companions and spots Cael before he makes his way toward her and the presumed table she has doubtless managed to procure.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The act of sneaking up on her own motorcycle to get her clothing from the saddle bags is something Sara has become used to, but she wasn't in the mood to try and sneak with NYPD around. She opted for a more direct approach, she swooped in, picked up her jacket and the motorcycle and flew off.

Once she found a secluded location she landed, got dressed, then headed over to the Big Belly Burger, which made her last to arrive. Once again she was dressed in a pair of older jeans, a turtleneck that the sleeves had long ago been taken off, and over it her leather jacket. Passing by the other tables, she made her way directly to the table that Cael had selected and Wade was now sitting at.

"I need a damned clothing allowance," she mutters as she plops in a chair. "Glad to see you both found the place, nice shirt," the last is offered with a nod toward Wade.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael was indeed in place - sitting sideways in the booth so her legs took up most of her bench. Her not-so-subtle way of keeping Deadpool on the otherside of the table. Nor was the way that she drops her legs to the floor and swings forward to face the man across from her, conveniently opening up space beside her for her roommate, even remotely subtle. But less face it, Deadpool was a bit of a letch. "You should be sure to write it into your contract," she agrees with Sara.
    "Honestly though - I'm a bit surprised the shirt wasn't pink to match that helmet."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    

    If Cael's hints bothered Wade any he didn't show it. "I feel a little responsible" he says to the detective. "If you want I could give you something to cover the cost of the clothes. I mean, it'd only be fair, right?"

    He taps at what might be a watch at his wrist and a number of cascading colors flicker over the watch face before settling on a steady patern. "Variety is the spice of life, Special Agent. Besides, the blue brings out my eyes." Even though with the mask on, his eyes looked a uniform white. Regardless, he gives the FBI agent a conspiratorial wink.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sliding into the booth next to Cael, Sara doesn't miss the not so subtle move, nor does she blame her. Whereas Sara will joke around, flirt and deal with a letch, not that she things Wade is one really, she knows Cael won't so it was an expected move.

"Pink helmet?" She asks, looking from Cael to Wade for a moment, one brow lifting. She's not sure she really wants that answer, but she knows she's going to get it.

"Double cheese burger with everything on it, onion rings, and chocolate milkshake," is announced right after, because she had decided on her way over. Watching him tip-type at his watch, it becomes obvious it's not a watch but what it is, she has no idea and isn't going to ask.

"I don't need you to replace the clothing, if it wasn't you, it would have been something else. It's a regular occurrence for me..." there is a pause here then she asks, "Okay to use your name or should I stick with Deadpool?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    At the question about the pink helmet, Cael only shrugs her shoulders. Pink helmet - there really wasn't much else to it. "You can call me Cael, or Becker. I'm used to answering to either, really," she remarks as Sara asks about how they should address the man - who had just called her 'Special Agent.' It wasn't that she's anything less than proud of the title - it's just not a //name//.
    Finally putting down the menu she adds, "I think I'm in a guac and bacon mood." After all - who can argue with a mood like that? It's just plain valid.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Wade is fine," DP replies as he reaches up and strips off the mask.

    Despite his earlier claims, he looks normal. Roguishly handsome even. "Can't really eat with the mask on anyway" he says, offering the pair a smile. "I'll get a tripple bacon, double, no pickle, fries, and a strawberry milkshake." The blue shirt did compliment his eyes well.

    "I have a pink bike helmet" he supplies to Sara. "It used to have a Hello Kitty decal on it but one too many slides brought HKs tenure to an early close. A pity, she is one of my role models." The eagerness in his expression made it really hard to tell if he was being honest of joking.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
For just a moment Sara stares at Wade without blinking, then she looks back to Cael. There was just no comment she could think of that wasn't exactly rude regarding Hello Kitty helmet, but she still finds herself chuckling thinking about him in a pink helmet on a motorcycle. In fact her brain took it right to a high speed chase, and that helmet just screaming out as he zipped by.

"Guac, totally need guac on my burger," she comments, then looks back to Wade. For someone who claimed to be ugly, he looked normal enough to her but then there could be any number of reasons for his comments, including insanity.

"You're right, the shirt does bring out the blue of your eyes," she then comments, taking a moment to remove her jacket, which is when the lack of sleeves on the turtle neck is revealed. Settling back she offer a smile. "Everyone has to have role models."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "See? This is why I don't need a 'costume.' Masks are annoying," Cael remarks. Everyone seems to be on the 'Cael needs a costume' bandwagon these days - it was a bit baffling.
    "You know what else I need?" she adds, "Onion rings." Bacon, guac, onion rings. That's the way to live. "And a coffee." If she can't have whiskey - then coffee will do.
    "So it seemed like I really missed something earlier?" she asks, glancing between the two.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade offers a smile to Sara. "Sara saved my life" he says. "Or well.. saved me a great deal of physical discomfort. I screwed up a headcount on the number of goons loyal to my mark. Instead of 21, he had Somewhere around 30."

    He sighs. "Careless on my part. After their boss locked himself in a panic room, the remaining thirteen that were left after my initial infiltration decided to take umbridge to the fact that I wrecked their equipment and ruined any chance of their operation."

    He shakes his head and looks at the two authority figures. "A panic room? Can you believe it? Seriously, no respect for bounty hunters and mercenaries these days."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
A smirk lands on Sara's face, "They were chasing him out of the warehouse, shooting, couldn't allow it to keep going as there were people everywhere... so, grab him and flew off, just to make the shooting stop. He's a regenerator, he would have been fine, the innocent people on the street, not so much."

Looking back to Wade she lifts a brow, "They were hiding in a panic room? You realize those are pretty standard for gangs now, right, especially the bigger ones? It's one of the major issues the NYPD has been having to deal with."

Now she hits back on the equipment, "Counterfeiting outfit, I think it was on the list of things on the Queens precincts list, and now they don't have to worry about it."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "How dare people living dangerous life styles take proactive steps to protect themselves?" Cael remarks in a tone of dry amusement. More seriously she adds, "It is seriously annoying though. It's just another layer of hassel to deal with when you just want to get the job done, the assholes contained, and your average citizen safer as a result."
    She shakes her head as she adds, "Counterfeiting in Queens... Right under everyone's noses. I mean, it takes balls, yeah?" Seems like there would be a lot of places where you could avoid notice much more easily."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "The meat packing district is always going to be rampant hives for organized operations" Wade replies. "High number of fronts available and most of the business are Family owned operations in one fashion or another." He seems to have a rather detailed understanding of how crime works in NYC.

    He shrugs. "I guess I should say 'you're welcome?'" His tone says his heart's not completely in it. "Still, it's a few thousand that I can't collect this week."

    Another shrug and his demeanor shifts back to its normal jovial tone. "Not the end of the world though, I've got a few other contracts that I can collect on."

    "After saving me, I made a few appreciative comments on the attire that Sara wears when she's feeling... particularly protective, and she didn't slap me for it so I kept doing so. And then you joined us on the roof."

    He looks at the redhead. "Did I miss anything?" he asks.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara starts chuckling again as she shakes her head slowly. "No, that pretty much covers it," she replies. "If I slapped everyone who made comments Wade, there'd be a lot of broken jaws out there."

Falling silent as the food is delivered, she waits for everything to be on the table and the waitress to go away before she starts talking again.

"What made you decide on bounty hunting instead of all the other possibilities out there? I mean, there's no shame in your work and someone has to do it. I'd like to believe the NYPD could handle it, but when something finally escalates to a bounty hunter, it's gone past the normal range of the average officer."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael doesn't wait - as soon as the coffee's on the table, she's drinking it, letting out a satisfied sigh. She simply doesn't understand people who //don't// drink coffee. How do they survive?
    "So. Sex paladins are something you fantasize about on the reg, then? I mean - I've never entered a conversation on a line //quite// like that one." She takes another sip of her coffee before adding - with a bit of a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, "Sara is currently on the market. Maybe that's why she chose not to break your jaw."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade smirks. "Let's say I have a vivid imagination and leave it there. Besdies, I'm not going to say I'm a total geek, but I am total geek. When the living embodiment of the 'Female Armor' meme is standing before me, I'm going to make a D&D reference."

    He is slowly devouring his food, his appetite a testament to just how much energy regenerating muscles and bone requires. "And I admit I'm rather proud of it, even with the Hozier nod."

    He pauses at the last statment. "Well, maybe you're right? I mean, I wasn't *not* going to ask for her number after we were through here and see where things go from there."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The shake was the first grab for Sara, but instead of the straw she uses the spoon to get some, and only when that's gone does she go for the burger.

Cael's comment about sex paladin slides right over her as she chews, but the fact that Cael just announces that she's on the market, nearly makes her choke on it. She's forced to grab the water and take a drink before kicking Cael under the table. seriously, the woman had no idea what 'game' was in the whole dating scheme.

Collecting herself, she reaches to her jacket to pull out a card and slides it across the table to Wade. "Work and cell number," she states with a grin, then makes a huge deal out going, "Oops! That's Cael's card, my bad." She fishes into her coat and get her own this time, and slides it across as well.

"Female armor meme... oh hell, I get what you mean now," she snerks and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, okay, that matches."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael can't help but burst into laughter at Sara's reaction. It only sobers when it's //her// card that gets handed over first - but even then she has to admit, "Fair. Okay, that was fair." She even has to wipe a tear from her eye - yes, she found the entire exchange //that// hilarious.
    It seems Cael sometimes has a slightly wicked sense of humor.
    "D&D huh? Never played myself - but even I've noticed that it's quite 'the thing' lately." After a last sip of coffee, she finally digs into her meal - picking up her burger for a large bite, and letting out a satisfied, "Mmm."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade wastes little time in scooping up both cards and putting them into a pouch at his side. "Thank you both and yes, it does track" he says with a pointed grin at Sara. "Very much a 'less is more' situation as I put it on the roof."

    He takes a long draw from his milkshake and smiles at it. "Heaven..." he murmurs appreciatively. "But I'm going to be honest, any level of coverage it wants to give you works with what you have... everywhere..." he says, gesturing to Sara in a very generalized fashion.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Looking at herself a moment, then back to Wade, Sara lifts a brow again. "You realize that I look hawt in anything I wear, right?" She asks, lifting an onion ring from the plate. "Or is it just the armor for you? Cause I assure you, I only wear it for work, like a giant metal uniform."

The onion ring then disappears, along with a sip of the shake. Chewed and swallows she then says, "Never played D&D either, just read about it. Not sure I could even play a game like that, pretending to be something I'm not..." she's trying to keep a straight face while saying that. "I mean, a wizard or a sorcerer? No way." And then she laughs, nudging Cael lightly

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Oh my God - Sara, I'm armed," Cael counters when her roommate teases her about the magic - rolling her eyes widely. "I mean - we could ruin another of your outfits right here and now." Because that's all that would happen if she drew on her roommate. Which- okay. Is not terribly likely, regardless. For one thing, she doesn't want to lose her job.
    ...actually, that's the main thing, given she doesn't think she'd actually succeed in harming the woman.
    "So - you went with bounty hunting... just because you can take a licking?" she asks casually, while picking at some of the onion rings, herself.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade eyes the pair, feeling like he's missing something between, them but before he can ask Cael pins him with her question. He nods tossing back a fry. "Pretty much. I mean, it's what I did before I became unkillable and so I figured, if it isn't broke don't fix it."

    He shrugs. "I was good before... now I'm good and reckless," he tosses back another fry and smiles, shifting his look to Sara.

    "I don't know. If I'm given the opportunity to see you in more, perhaps we can see if it's just the armor." He wags his eyebrows at the police officer and winks. "But that's up to you, really. I like what you have going right now, so... that's a point in favor of your statement."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The eye roll, the classic response from Sara to a compliment. Sometimes it was difficult for her to accept then, after all she's literally wearing clothing older than they should be, because they were cheap and if they get shredded, she doesn't care. "That's fair, might need to see me in numerous outfits to determine if it's the armor," she finally says, then tosses a look.

"I'm begging you, unless you got your saddle bags on your bike, no threats... you know he loves to fuck with me sometimes," is offered to Cael. "Then again, who needs a secret identity? Everyone in his restaurant needs to know who I am, right?" Now she smiles, then nudges Cael again. "I'll stop pickin on ya though."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I'm not going to fuck with your parents and ruin their lives," Cael remarks. "I won't get anymore of your mom's soup that way." She flashes Sara a brief smile - despite her sometimes gruff demeanor. And, apparently, occasional threats of violence. After nibbling at another onion ring she adds, "I don't really understand the career path that leads to bounty hunter - other than ex-law enforcement, or ex-military. Do either of those apply?" she asks curiously.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade smirks to Sara. "I'm not a scientist but a larger sample size usually lends itself to a better result to any sort of experiement. Personal or otherwise."

     To Cael's question he snaps his fingers and points. "Got it in two. Special forces. 41 confirmed kills before they ousted me for being too good at what they trained me to do." He takes a few more bites of the burger and chews, eyeing the pair for a moment.

    He washes it down with some of his shake and nods to Cael. "Do that more often" he says to the FBI Agent. "It suits you. Really." Is he talking about the brief smile?

Sara Pezzini has posed:
A quick glance is shot toward Cael, then she looks back to Wade. He answered her question, something Sara already suspected from the way the man moved and the weapons he choose. The final comment though, she knew it would make Cael immediately lock up again but there was nothing for it now.

"I'm sure there was more to you being good at the job," she comments first, then moves on to the other comment he made. "I have a few outfits worth seeing, so long as I don't have to 'suit up'. Lost a really nice outfit you would have liked to that, so let's try not to let that happen again."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Any trace of a smile immediately vanishes from Cael's features, accompanied by an unwelcoming frown at the man. She doesn't, however, make any verbal retort to his comment, choosing instead to pick up her burger and take a bite.
    At Sara's comment about a nicer lost outfit she adds, "You had no way of knowing an undead knife-wielding psychopath would show up at a bar. Hardly the most predictable trope out there."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade doesn't seem to mind the immediate drop in Cael's expression. Was he sizing her up? Trying to figure her out? "Zombie serial killers? he asks looking at Sara. "Sounds like fun... aside from the clothes shredding part."

    Another couple bites and the burger is gone, leaving a pile of fries behind. "We'll have to figure out an opportunity that doesn't require you rescuing me for an angry mob."

    He gives an exaggerated hiss. "Might be a little tough. But I think I have an opening somewhere in my calendar." At least one hopes it was an exaggerated hiss and not actually a legitmate concern with him.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
A slight shrug is offered from Sara before she finishes her last onion ring. "Last time Cael and I went out, Disir attacked," she offers, then slides her plate away.

"You have my number, call or don't, that's entirely a ball in your court Wade. Not like I'm not busy, working three jobs basically, but I do hope our next meeting isn't me having to save you from a mob." She glances to Cael now, seeing how the mask has slide back into place and sighs softly, no getting her out of that again.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "You'd think eventually we'd run out of angry mobs. But no - there seems to be a near infinite supply," Cael remarks. She doesn't comment on the fact that Wade also has her own number, instead focusing on another bite from her burger. The guac was a good call, honestly, even though a large glob of it does squeeze out to plop onto her plate - it's not the most convenient condiment.
    "We're both a pair of workaholics. I mean - like working for the FBI wasn't enough to keep a girl busy..."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade shakes his head. "Nordic ghosts? Wow... okay then. That's new." At the mention of the ball in his court, Wade smiles at Sara. "I will just have to make sure to catch you at the right time. I'm not Domino, but hopefully my luck will run like hers." Possibly a friend of his, likely another mutant with that sort of name.

    "I can't imagine the government allows for much free time and moonlighting for Fury can't be easy." He shudders. "Just the name makes you worry, right?"

    He points at Cael. "I already know your answer, so I'll pose it to your friend." His finger shifts to Sara. "If I'm a little... persistent you won't judge me as too clingy, will you?" he asks.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Again Sara glances to Cael, she knew her answer to that question as well, so her eyes shift back to Wade.

"Some might call it clingy, I call it dedicated," she replies with a smile. "Don't know the future, I mean you might know some of is with that cosmic radiation, but I don't know it... so no, I won't call you clingy."

She takes another sip of her shake, "As for Fury, never met the man. I started in WAND, and got moved to SPOT, and now I'm all over the place... but given your skills Wade, perhaps you'd be willing to offer a hand from time to time, if needed of course. What do you think Cael? Should I get his number? I'm sure SHIELD would be willing to pay."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael raises her eyebrows as Wade points a finger at her, then offers a shrug of her shoulders. "Can I help it that she's the friendly one?" To an extent - yes. Yes she could. Doesn't mean she plans on it.
    She turns her attention to Sara, offering in a dry tone, "Hey, if you want his number - I'm not going to stop you." More seriously she adds, "Really - seems to me SHIELD's usually happy enough to use whatever tools get the job done right. Worst thing that could help is he gets told to fuck off by one of the Senior Agents."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade blinks at Sara. "Shield will work with mutants?" he asks. "Wait... oh... Civil War hasn't happened here has it? I suppose it would've been more cataclysmic with all the DC types running around." There he goes again, talking about things that might not make sense but sound suspiciously serious.

    "If Fury or the others will have me, I'll work with them. But I won't go after another mutant. Not unless it's in self-defense of myself or another mutant. Things as they are these days..." he shakes his head. "We can't afford infighting unless it's a matter of life and death. I actually spared the few mutants on Morelli's--that was my mark from earlier--crew because of..." He clams up. "Well, reasons."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara shifts in her seat slightly, leaning forward as she states firmly, that tone of authority returning, "/I/ don't go after mutants, save for the protection of others or myself. If Fury wants that, he can go fuck himself and Iron Man's largest suit. I believe in mutant rights, would gladly fight for them despite being human, and that means if you need /my/ help Wade, ask for it."

She glances to Cael for a moment, "I can't speak for Cael on that, I don't know her opinion." and then she looks back to Wade. "But me? I've seen how the world treats mutants and I don't fight for justice just for humans."

She lets the cosmic radiation rambling pass by, mostly because she has no idea what he's talking about. Eventually she would start asking questions about it, but not wasn't the time.

Cael Becker has posed:
    At the rant about 'Civil War' and 'DC' (the District of Columbia?) Cael looks between Wade, and Sara, and back again. What the flying fuck even? But she doesn't comment on it. ....yet.
    "Look, if a mutant is killing humans - I have no qualms about taking him down to protect others. But I feel the same way if a human is killing mutants. I think we're looking for a legal and human rights nightmare when we start denying the humanity of groups of people. We've seen what happens when that shit gets mainstreamed - and I'm really not looking for another holocaust, you know?" That is apparently where Cael stands on the matter. She finally finishes off her burger then - before using a napkin to clean the guacamole off her hands.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade keeps his eyes on Sara. "Thank you. Both of you" he says finally looking to Cael as well. He reaches down and pulls a card from one of the pouches.

    It's white with the name Deadpool in a capitalized, stylized, red font. Next to the name is a cartoonish representation of Deadpool's mask. On the back of a card is a simple seven digit number. "That's my line. If you don't get me, leave a message and I will hear it as soon as I am back in coverage range. I'm not entirely sure if my current home is even in cell range, but I come and go into town regularly."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Reaching across the table, Sara accepts the card and looks it over, then shows it to Cael with a grin. Everything about this guy was unique and weird, and for some reason she was really digging that. She'd probably regret it later, but for now, totally digging it.

"I can leave a message, just remember you may have to do the same," she comments then a wicked little grin plays across her face. "And since apparently when I'm 'suited up' my phone is a crotch warmer, you can always imagine yourself leaving a message to it."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael looks at the card - then flat out stares at Sara for a moment before letting out a quiet 'eugh.' "Any modicum of guilt I might have felt for the 'on the market' comment? Nope. It's all gone now," she remarks, picking up one of the last onion rings on her plate to nibble at.
    Looking towards Deadpool she adds simply, "If it's about business, you can call me."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade blibks at Sara for her last comment. "That... that a very... okay then." Is he blushing? He's blushing!

    He buries it in his milkshake taking a long drink from the tall glass. After, he nods to Cael. "Of course." He glances at Sara again and it will be clear that the woman has thoroughly confused Wade Wilson.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Finally! Finally Sara had managed to score a point. Wade had earned himself numerous points in the game, but Sara had been struggling and finally, a point. It may be only one, but damn it she'd take it.

"I'm going to go pay while you think on that Wade," she says as she slides out of the booth. "I need to get back to the station and write up a report over this whole thing."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael just shakes her head, and settles back into the booth, sipping at her coffee as she waits for Sara to return. Her gaze naturally rests on the blushing Wade, her expression a calm and neutral mask. Finally she remarks simply, "Goodluck on your hunts, I suppose. As long as you're taking assholes off the streets - legally - then that's what matters, yeah?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade's eyes track after Sara for a moment before he looks back at Cael. He nods. "Yeah. Methods are a little unconventional, but a bounty is a bounty and I have the discretion to take or not take a contract. I only take ones that are big bads. No innocents under my blades."

    He frowns and then says. "You don't like me. Why? Is it the comments about Sara? Is is something else?" he asks. "I just... it seems that she am I might have something and you're her partner. I don't want to cause issue between you and her if anything... happens."

    Wade wasn't the best at navigation interpersonal relationships, but he was at least trying.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I've got no real problem with you," Cael answers simply. "Sara's a big girl. You two wanna fuck like rabbits? More power to you. I'm just not a ray of fuckin' sunshine, so, you could be misreading that as personal dislike. Don't." She finishes off her coffee, setting down the cup on the table, and offering a simple nod towards the man, pausing only long enough for him to reply before she'll go and join her roommate.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade listened and seemed to accept the woman's words. "Okay then. I can accept that." He nods in reply and sips at his milkshake a bit more, finishing it off.

    "I suppose I need to head down to the precinct, as well. To file a report so they at least understand that the Red suited guy the gangers are going to point the finger at is me."

    He sighs. "Paperwork. Another reason I'm independent."