8310/Who Says Coffee Isn't Romantic

Who Says Coffee Isn't Romantic
Date of Scene:	19 October 2021
Location:	The Coffee Bean
Synopsis:	Romance blossoms. Wade and Sara make things official over coffee and donuts. Discussion topics include: Wade's disfiguement. Sara's memories. And how many different ways Wade has not quite died.
Cast of Characters:	Wade Wilson, Sara Pezzini

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Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade rolls up to the Coffee Bean on his motorcycle. He's wearing the Deadpool suit again, but this one is without numerous bullet and knife holes in it. One of the spares then? He has one of the large caliber pistols at his side and probably a number of knives on his person, but the katanas were left home it would seem.

    It's a little late in the day for coffee but the shop isn't entirely devoid of customers. He scans the tables for his quarry, mainly looking for the Chestnut mass of hair that would single the NYPD Detective out to his eyes.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
For a cop, it is never too late for coffee. Sara has a little blood in her caffeine stream, so she has already found a table and ordered herself a large cup of coffee. Raw sugar, a dash of cream, nothing else. No flavors, or phone, or latte, or mocha, or anything else... normal coffee.

Wearing a pale green tank top that has a bit of a shimmer to the material, and a pair of black slacks, she's for a nice pair of boots on that are actually shined. Her leather jacket is hanging over the back of the chair, and her helmet is on an extra chair at the table.

When he pulls up, she watches through the large front window and when he steps inside she waves him over.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade waves a hand in response and moves to the table. He gives a simple order to the barista as he passes: large dark roast, six sugars.

    He then arrives and settles down at the table. "Happy I was able to catch you" he says, a grin in his tone. "I was really thinking you leaving me speechless last time was the perfect out. Kudos, by the way, not many have been able to do that without selling out and sewing my mouth shut."

    "You look great by the way, I like the shimmer your shirt is doing," he says gesturing to the woman's torso. "It's very eye catching." A very subtle and family friendly way of saying he had stared at her chest for a moment. Maybe longer.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sitting back to cross her legs, Sara picks up her cup of coffee for a sip. "Honestly, I have no idea how I managed it, but I will be analyzing the hell out of it until I figure it out."

For a moment she runs her hand down her shirt to smooth it, making sure it's nice and straight over her breasts, since she's pretty sure he's looking. "I think this shirt was one of my lucky finds at the Salvation Army, loved the color and the shimmer... well it makes my breasts look fantastic."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Yeah... it really does" Wade replies nodding with a smile. "It's really refreshing to find a woman so comfortable expressing herself in the way you do. A rare trait, you know?" he says.

    "As for how you managed to render me speechless?" Wade says, the laugh in his tone more than evident. "Giving me permission to pocket vibe you with a phone call was a good start. That's like... inviting me to second base via remote control, you know?" He laughs. "And not something I'd expect, even with our previous rooftop conversation."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara chuckles, a slight wiggle of her brow as she says, "Hey, it's the most action I will have had in months... that I can remember." Another sip of her coffee and she continues. "I have to admit, I've never been a meek person, but there was a time when I was less... forward, but then I got this call, back when I was still a beat cop. There was a young couple arguing and it got a little loud and a little violent, nothing major, she hit him actually by throwing a ball at him."

There is a slight chuckle to that but she continues, "Do we get called in, and she's just one hell of a stunning lady, and her boyfriend was this catalog model looking guy. Turns out, they were arguing because she would tell him, and I'm not shitting you on this... but she would tell him which position she preferred in bed. can you imagine how stupid that is?"

The waitress comes by with Wade's coffee, and also sets a plate down with two donuts, chocolate glazed. "After that, I decided there just plain was no sense in not saying exactly what I mean or want. But since you didn't ask for any of that, yes, feel free to remote second base me."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade blinks at Sara. "You know... that is the most ridiculous thing for a guy to get upset over" he says. "I mean, if the lady knows what she likes, why not take pointers. Pretty sure, if someone told me that upside down sex harness rocking made them go wild, I'd be buying the bungees and anchors to make that shit happen."

    He eyes the donuts and his coffee and takes a deep breath. His demeanor changes, growing serious and he speaks, not to Sara but to 'someone else.' "Here it is... the moment of truth. The moment where we see just how much of a brave boy I can be. If it blows up in my face, so be it."

    His gaze moves back to Sara and he speaks. "There's another reason I wanted to meet you today. I might... have not been entirely honest last time we met."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
One of the donuts is claimed by Sara, but when Wade gets that serious tone, she sets it back down.

Here it comes, the fact that he's married and has kids, just looking for something on the side, or worse, wanted in another country for crimes against that government. There was always a reason, always something, the good ones were always already taken.

"Alright," she voices, setting the coffee cup down as well. Better to have nothing in her hands or she might throw whatever it was at him.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade watches her set the donut down. "Damn. That's never a good sign" he mutters. "Means you want your hands free to strangle me or you don't want to throw something at me. Alright. Best get it out there and over with."

    He swallows...and takes off the watch he was wearing the other day. He sets it on the table. "The man under this" he gestures to the mask, "that you saw the other day. That wasn't me. Or well. It was, but it was before I got my powers. You see..." He winces. "I was made, more than born, with the power I have. Experimental prison looking to make superslaves. It's a long story and comes in like ten different variations. The bottom line is... it worked. I am super. I can't be killed by the cancern running rampant in my body or anything else for that matter. It also left me scarred beyond recognition."

    He gives a glance around the coffee shop. Two staff, one other customer. Good, the hysteria might not be too great. He reaches up and takes off his mask, revealing his true face. He isn't pretty. By any stretch. And while he might look like desicated corpse, he wasn't lying. There is no foul odor about him, in fact, he smells faintly floral. Roses, perhaps. He smiles, and one thing about him is the same, straight, white teeth. "This is me? For real. You can run screaming if you want. I won't hold it against you. Promise."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
A million possible, 'I lied to you' statements had run through Sara's mind, but that was not one of them. She listens as he talks, about what happened to him and how he got his power. There was both sadness and anger that ran through her eyes. She loathed that people did that with humans and mutants, as if the world was horrible enough, to actively experiment on people in hopes of making super this or super that.

Her hands remain resting on the table as he refers to the scars, then she can see his reluctance to remove the mask and reveal himself. She got why, but her reaction isn't exactly horror, it is a mixture of surprise, anger over what they did to him, and a hint of sadness.

"Do you think I'm that shallow?" She asks softly, tilting her head slightly. "Why would I run screaming?" Sliding her chair around so she can sit beside him now, she takes one of his hands. "I get it, I know why you'd think I'd run, but I'm not like that. You showed me what you looked like, and now you're showing me what they did to you, and together, I see the full bat shit crazy, but great guy you are. So no more of that run screaming shit, got it?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade blinks at the woman. "You're not... afraid? Or... turned off?" He looked at his reflection in the window. Face is still a housefire caught in another house fire. He can *feel* the stares from the staff and the other customer. So why isn't Sara being like them. "I mean... most people don't look at a burn victim and think 'Oh yeah, gonna get me some of that.'"

    He picks up his coffee and sips at it, more for something to do other than break down at the concept of this beautiful (human) woman actually accepting him. It's still a bit hot, but he likes the quick burn as his tastebuds sear and then immediately regenerate.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The look that Sara throws the staff is louder than any words she could speak, that authority of a cop putting someone in the place, before she looks back to Wade.

"If I was one of those vain bitches who thought that looks were everything," she shrugs. "Maybe it would matter, but those bitches drive me to wish that the old west was still around so I could shot the ground and make them dance."

She keeps one of his hands, he can have the other one for now, and uses her other hand to collect her coffee. "I've worked closely with the NYFD my entire career Wade, I've helped with live saves, I've been in the hospital with firemen who nearly gave their lives to save people. Are you trying to say that burn victims don't deserve a chance in life just because they got burned? That'd be real shitty of you."

He gets a soft smile now, before she leans over to hammer home just how many fucks she doesn't give by kissing him on the cheek. "I'll kick anyone's ass whose got a problem."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade stiffens at the kiss. "You know... I almost want you to treat me like the woman in that house you were called to" he says. "If it weren't for the venue and you having to uphold the law and all that. I know indecent exposure is a misdemeanor."

    He lets go of the coffee and places his own hand over hers. "I don't think that burn victims shouldn't have a chance at life, just you don't see them walking around with women like..." He looked at Sara. "Well, like you... if they weren't already with them before."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara shrugs slightly again, taking a sip of her coffee. "That'd be because because are assholes," she states matter a factly, then takes another glance toward the staff to make sure they've gone back to their work. She wasn't having any of the usual bullshit that came with this sort of thing. Obvious mutant or burn victim, there was no reason to stare.

"Okay, so we've established I'm the cute one," she says as she looks back to him with a smile. "But you're the funny one, cause I suck at jokes and you just, one after the other... if it was possible to not break the law however, I'd appreciate it. I hate the idea of arresting myself."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "I'm going to go for the low hanging fruit here, but I can handcuff you anytime you want me to" Wade replies with a smile.

    "So you're sure you want to try this?" he says. "Us? I'm not the most stable of guys and I've got a lot of baggage. My special brand of crazy comes with the understanding of every other possible direction *I* could've gone too. And they're not all pretty. Sometimes I'm the bad guy. Like... really bad. Like 'Human Centipede' meets 'Saw' bad." The look he gives her is full of longing. "Knowing that you still want... me?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Turning in the chair so she can face him a little better, Sara studies his face but ends looking into his eyes. "We all have a little crazy, we all have baggage, we all have bad shit," she begins. "I'm not saying yours may not be worse, given how you've described it, but that doesn't make it a deal breaker. I put work first, always have, so that means you have to deal with that being the case. I have a whole block of memory I don't have, no idea what happened, only know that uh..." she wiggles the wrist with the bracelet on it. "is blocking those memories for reasons only he knows.... and then, there's... him." Another wiggle.

"I'm willing to give a try, see how it goes, follow the path and see if we end up some place we both like, together. If that means putting up with you being 'Human Centepede' meets 'Saw', then guess what, I'll put up with it, might even add a little ginsu to it myself."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade leans in and conspiratorially says, his mouth splitting into a wide smile, "You... are so hot right now." He laughs. "Can I... can I kiss you?" he asks. "Here in front of everyone?" He says, looking around the cafe.

    "I mean, I'll understand if you say no. Some people aren't into the PDA. I have two movies out there with an entire montage of me and... well, we can disucss that another time." He looks aside somewhat sheepishly, or maybe he's looking to the people he sometimes talks to given the smile playing on his lips.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara let's him get the ramble out about kissing her, all the reasons she might not want to, the PDA consideration, and she just smiles. Again she had no idea about the movie part of the ramble, she is starting to accept that as part of his 'cosmic radiation montage', and it doesn't bother her either. Some people might find it annoying to have someone spouting random stuff, but with Witchblade as a part of her life, ghosts passing by often stopping in to chat, and all the crazy shit she deals with... this is pretty tame.

The minute he shuts up, she leans over and kisses him. Not a huge passionate kiss, but a gentle lingering kiss, making sure that it lasts just long enough for everyone to get a shot at seeing and to get an idea of his well the man kisses.

Sitting back she nods a few times and says, "You talk to much, and I think I like it. Gives me time to decide exactly how I'm going to respond and what kind of kiss you're going to get."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    For a man whose soft tissue has been scarred, Wade is actually a very good kisser. There's an emotion and intensity in him that adds flavor to the kiss and promises that if everything he does carries the same intensity, things could get *very intersting* in the bedroom. Once she pulls back Wade takes a deep breath. "Yeah. Yeah. That's..." He listens to her statement and smiles. "I don't ever have to stop, unless you want me to."

    "Thank you" he says, his voice growing serious again. "For helping me. In more ways than you know. At least, right now. Maybe when we get into 'Wade's varied histories' you might understand better. But for now, know that this moment is in the top five best moments of my life. And I'm not just saying that in the hopes of getting you out of that shimmering shirt and your jeans." He can't be serious all the time, it has a limit it seems.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara laughs softly, a slight disbelief shake of her head. The memory of the kiss was still playing through her head as she listened to him though, so that might explain the goofy grin on her face, and the shake helps get her brain back on the right track.

"I don't know how I helped you, but I'm glad that I did, that I could," she offers, then picks up a donut to offer to him. "You can talk as much as you want, if I need you to shut up, I'll just tell you to shut up, and that of course doesn't mean you have to listen to me." The goofy grin broadens a bit more as she teases him.

"So here's how it's going to work. The general three date rule applies, and we're counting this as the first date," she lifts her cup for a sip, because caffeine is always needed. "This one is about honestly, realism, and one hell of a kiss that will be on my mind right up until the next one, then I'll just be over whelmed... damn you're a good kisser."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Thank you. You're pretty incredible yourself, you know?" Wade replies. "Three date rule?" he asks, taking a bite of the donut. "I'm... not sure I follow. Sorry. Dating for me is... new? We're going to go with new" he says. "To avoid embarassing conversation."

    He takes a sip of his coffee. "This is really good, by the way. Best first date meal I've ever had." If his previous statement was any indicator, he didn't do many dates to have a sound comparison.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Lifting one brow, Sara doesn't pry too much other than to say, "Perhaps we'll save the embarrassing conversation for another time, or not at all, that will be your choice." Then she switches gears to explain the rules.

"It's a urban rumor rule regarding dating, never quite understood it, but apparently the third date equals sex," she shrugs slightly. "First date is the talking date, usually casual, like coffee." She gestures to the cups of coffee. "Second date is often dinner, doesn't have to be fancy, and more talking, perhaps a walk some place, though that's the standard girly bullshit, not a requirement. Third date rumor is dinner, movie, and then home for sex apparently. So... third date rule."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade takes in the idea and frowns. "So you're saying. If I keep your interests long enough for three dates, then we have to sleep together?" he asks. "That's... I mean, a little silly, but I'll follow the rules if you put them in place." He inclines his head to her.

    He takes another bite and sips more coffee. "What about after that? Is it some sort of cycle? Like... you can't have sex again until after three dates? I mean, that'd be *really* silly. If you already did the do and like each other well enough... shouldn't you just go at it when the mood strikes you?" Yeah, his dating history must be very... eccentric.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara has managed to keep a straight face through all this, but she finally busts up laughing.

"I don't buy into the urban dating thing, it'll happen when it happens, second, third, fifth, whenever... they hell schedule things?" She snorts at the idea. "Be you Wade, don't follow some stupid set of rules or expectations. Let's just go with the flow of things and see what happens, alright?" She offers him a broad smile, then another kiss on the cheek. She's not going to get into his dating pattern, not yet. He said it was embarrassing, so if he doesn't want to talk about it, he doesn't have to.

"I'm sorry if you thought I was serious, I guess you really are a touch rusty in the dating department, from here on out, I'll be more serious in reference to dating things, alright?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade waves a hand. "It's not *that* bad, just..." he says and lets out a long breath. "My first girlfriend was a prostitute who gave up the professsion after our first date together. Turns out after she was actually a mutant and an assassin."

    He pauses. "After that... it gets fuzzy. I can't tell if I'm with someone or if it's just the other stuff" he gestures to the side of his head. "What's mine and what's possibiity? But... there's a lot of strange ones. Death. Like... litereally the Grim Reaper. Yeah, that's a she and we've been together a couple of times."

    Another pause and a sip of the coffee. "There's some aliens involved from time to time. A few mutants. X-Men, X-Force, Avengers..." He gives Sara a worried face. "So... yeah... that's why it's hard to parcel which is which."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Laying her hand on his shoulder, Sara offers a soft smile and a nod. "Sounds like there's a lot of stuff going on in your head and a few things from cosmic radiation that get mingled in there, but I'm not sure how you consider that embarrassing. From the sounds of it, there's been a /lot/ of shit going on in your life, so things are going to get mingled, confused, crossed over and other wise fucked up."

Taking a moment for a drink of coffee and a bite of her own donut, she watches him from the corner of her eye. "I'm not telling you you have to work it all out, that's a lot to deal with, so as I said... one step at a time. As for Death being a woman, I'd believe that, after all I'm pretty sure God is too." A soft chuckle before she removes her hand. "I know about the Avengers, because I am one. I don't know about X-Men or X-Force, and of course there are aliens everywhere, even now."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "But the best part" Wade says with a chuckle. "Most of these... even the ones I'm sure are mine... they're hard and fast and... they're like matches." He sighs. "We meet, there's passion and heat and intensity and then..." He takes a longer drink from his coffee. "Then they fall apart. Either they die, or can't handle me and the shit I have up here" he taps at his temple. "Or... things just go cold."

    He shakes his head. "I'm tired of matches. I'm tired of quick burst and then a fizzle. And... I just... I don't know, is this fear? Am I afraid that the same is going to happen here? I really like you, Sara, I know that. You don't think my craziness is too much. And you're so confident in yourself that it's frankly a little intimidating--and I like that, too." He reaches up to place a hand over hers on his shoulder. "And that's sort of why I showed you this, this time. Because..." he shrugs softly. "Because I feel I needed to be honest with you.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Another kiss is placed on his cheek before Sara whispers, "Thank you for the honesty." Then she sits back, leaving her hand on his shoulder for a moment, then takes his hand again.

"The best way to start anything is with the truth. You're craziness is right out there, a truth you can't conceal even if you wanted to... and that's okay. Can you be anyone other than yourself? Maybe with practice, but it's not worth it. Be you. If that means bouncing off the padded walls, bat shit insanity, then I'll be the one to pad the walls and watch with amusement."

Her eyes sparkle a little as she watches his face, still no revulsion. "The last serious relationship I had, fizzled out, I mean like a sparkler in the beginning, then it's just laying there as a bent wire in the street at the end. I can't say for certain what will happen with us, but I will say I'm looking forward to finding out."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade smiles to her. "I think I am looking forward to it also" he says and hormones take over for a second as his eyes walk over her. "Really... really looking forward to it."

    He shakes himself. "Sorry. That was... I mean... well, you know." He blinks and looks out one of the windows. His words aren't for her, but maybe they are for a bit. A glimpse into his mind for her and for his 'supposed' audience.

    "So this is where it is now, friends. Wade Wilson settling down to something serious again. Maybe it'll blow up. Maybe it will last. Who knows. All I know, I'm going to fight for this one. It's more than just a warm body in a bed. It's a sense of... acceptance. Maybe that's what all of my time here is about. Acceptance." He looks back at her as if he hadn't said anything.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The view into his psyche offered to Sara a moment of realization. She had no idea who he was speaking to, but it was not the first time he had turned away to commentate a moment of his life, or this personal thoughts. Immediately afterwards, he acted as if it never happened and it allowed her to understand why others would find him crazy or too much to handle. There was most definitely something there, something in his mind that was skewed, but was it insanity? She wasn't a psychologist, so she couldn't say, but it wasn't too much.

When he does look back, he is offered a smile and then she reaches up to place a hand on either side of his face and aim his eyes right at her breasts. "Do you see how much I don't care that you oogle me, Wade?" She holds his head there still. "It does not bother me, do not apologize." Now she lets him go and grins.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade laughs as she all but puts his head on her chest. "Okay. Okay. I get it." When she lets him go, he doesn't immediately sit up. Then after a moment he looks up at her and leans back. "So... you're going to make me clean up one of my places aren't you? We can't go to your place because your roomate probably doesn't to hear me making you scream forty seven times a night." He pauses and looks her over again. "Maybe more. Probably more."

    "You can't come to one of my places... it's a little off limits..." he frowns. "...and out of the way. But I have a second home that could work. It's not exactly the cleanest, very bachelor pad, but I can make it presentable. It also doesn't have the problem of neighbors so we can be as loud as we want." He grins.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara laughs, giving a little wiggle before again smoothing the shirt down so he gets the best view possible.

"I don't think Cael would give a flying fuck one way or the other, but she's not the most social person. So she's likely just sit there staring at you until we went into my room, but it's not something we've dealt with, so I'll ask her and see."

She finished off her coffee, then sets the cup back on the table, "Bachelor pad equals cozy, don't have to walk that far for orange juice to recharge." She wiggles her brows. "Forty-seven... dayum, I'm going to need a lot of orange juice."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Now you're just doing it to draw my eye... and succeeding, of course" Wade says, her motions drawing his eyes again. "Alright. Alright. Yes. Bachelor pad does equal cozy. It's got a decent view too. Big windows."

    At her orange juice comment he grins. "Super healing comes with a side of extra stamina too. I can go for hours if I feel like it." He nods to her. "I've seen a lot of what you got. You're in peak condition... with good reason. So... I think we might be able to break a few beds if we put our minds to it."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
A coy smiles plays across Sara's face as she leans a little closer, brushing her lips against his skin before whispering. "I have the endurance of a god and a goddess thanks to my magical trinket." Then she blows a breath across his ear and sits back up, looking to see the effect while she continues to speak.

"We will have to see who wears out first," she says pretty sure he's not even hearing her at this point, so she wiggles again to give him something to focus on. "It'll be fun."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    It's Wade's turn to shift in his chair. "Should've worn the white pants..." he says as she speaks. "Definitely the white pants. Or the baggy ones... these are..." He tugs at the crotch of his leather pants. "Yeah... these have definitely gotten tighter..."

    Her shift draws his eyes like a magent and he inhales deeply. "Yeah... yeah, it will..." Is his voice a few levels higher in pitch? Definitely. "I really need looser pants when I'm around you."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sometimes when you know you have the power, you should abuse that power just a tiny amount, and Sara has officially used her abuse card for the night. She can't stop herself from grinning ear to ear, almost proud of herself and yet at the same time, feeling sorry she did it cause the costume is rather tighter.

Reaching back to grab her coat off the back of her chair, she offers it to him for some 'cover' then starts chuckling. "I'm a mean bitch sometimes, I know," she offers bluntly. "I'd suggest looser pants, or you know, normal pants, something easier to get out of might help too."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade settles the jacket over his crotch a bit. "Yeah... maybe you're right" he says. "Though... I can get out of this pretty easy. It's all modular."

    He grins at her. "You know if that's your 'mean bitch' routine, I can get used to you being mean all the time if you want."

    The donut is long gone but there's a little coffee left. He sips the last bit, heavy with sugar and smiles. "I can be pretty 'mean' too, but I think doing so would give the cafe a little too much of a show... you'll have to wait for a more private exhibition for that I think."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara laughs, sitting back again in the chair. "Oh there are so many rules we're going to have to go over, I can see it now," she considers aloud with a grin. "But you're right, they're busy trying not to piss me off, cause I could screw their business up by telling all of the NYPD to stop getting coffee and donuts from here, and they'd be so fucked."

She slides the other half of her donut over to him, "Keep your strength up so I can keep my figure for you."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade takes the donut but adds. "Now you're accusing me of being shallow. I don't..." he pauses and takes a bite considering his words.

    Again, something in his head tells him this is a fine moment for the audience introspection. He turns again and speaks, donut still in his mouth. "This is the moment when you can say what you think and shove your foot so far down your throat that you're shitting toenails." He swallows. "Or... you can take a moment and think. 'I don't care what you look like' isn't the way to go. Because it's pattentedly not true. I do care what she looks like. It's just that her looks are secondary to the fact that there's a deep emotional connection there. So instead, I might go with the second option that comes to mind."

    He looks back to Sara as if time had stopped, which it hadn't, and says, "You know sex is one of the most intense exercises known to man?" That was his second option? Maybe he *is* shallow.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara would really like to pretend she didn't hear him talking to what she has decided to call his 'mental audience', but she can't. In fact hearing him speak to the M.A. was always quite insightful, though perhaps it was unfair that his internal monolog was always external. She wasn't sure what the second choice was, but she never thought of him as shallow.

Then he offers his second option, which makes her blink once and start laughing rather hard. So many other direction she thought that was going to go, that was totally not even on the list.

"Oh my gods, Wade," she manages to laugh out, wiping her eyes before looking back up to him. "You are so right, how could I have not thought of that myself. Sex is a major form of exercise and I'm pretty certain that between you and I, it will involve every muscle in the body. I won't concern myself over donuts any more."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade smiles. "Hey, I'm thinking about us when I say it" he says. "We can exercise *together* can't we?" His own training regimen is a mix of cardio, acrobatics, strength training and going past his endurance threshold.

    But tossing sex with Sara in there made the whole concept click in his head. Especially if she was as intense as she claimed, which given what he knew of her bracelet, might just be the case.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Leaning in against him, a sort of hug without arms really, Sara offers him a smile. "Considering you've been talking about us and sex, I sure the hell /hope/ you were thinking about us... I mean, unless someone else popped in your head in the last five minutes, which is alright, but I need to meet her at least once."

She looks at her coffee cup for a moment, then back to him. "We staying a little longer? I've got no where specific to be, but don't want you to feel like you have to sit here all night drinking coffee, getting hard ons behind my jacket and feeling teased to the state of blue balls. If you've got places to go, let me know."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade occasionally has gems of romance that sprout from the addled perverse brain. This might be one of those times. "I can sit here all night with you, blue balls and all, and feel content and fulfilled."

    He smiles. "Nowhere I really need to be. I did some research on my next mark earlier today. Not ready to tackle him yet. And my... I guess she's my boss, even though I'm independent... my primary client?" He shrugs. "She hasn't forwarded anything she needs from me, yet. So you have me until you tire of me."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara's smile goes soft and she leans more against him, "Okay, that was kinda sweet, you scored points with that answer, not that you didn't already max out the score board."

Gesturing to the woman behind the counter, the challenge is presented, and Sara points to the coffee cup. Can the woman refill the cup without making Wade uncomfortable by staring.

"Since we're staying, having more coffee. You want another donut? They do a great berry filled glaze too," she says once the challenge is issued. "You know, you don't ask a whole lot of questions, afraid of the answers or that you'll forget the answers?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade blinks for a moment. "Oh... you know. I haven't." He shakes his head. "Not either of those. I've just been too entranced by everything else about you to think of any (can the score board break?). But I have one..." He looks at the bracelet on her wrist and nods to it. "How long have you had that?"

    He thinks he could give some options but time is weird when he starts filtering through the 4th Wall. Getting it from the source is a much better option.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Lifting her hand to look at the bracelet on her wrist, Sara has to actually think about that minute. How long had it been since the moment Witchblade randomly choose her, at least it had seemed random at the time. Took her months to figure out it wasn't as random as she had believed. It was a beautiful bracelet of silver with a large red ruby that almost looked like an eye, Despite how long she had been wearing it, it never ceased to amaze her how beautiful it was in that state.

"If I count the time I've forgotten," she says quietly in thought. "Two years? Maybe a little shorter, but that's damn close. A /lot/ has happened in that time, including better mastery of lesser known abilities that it has."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade frowns at it. "What *do* you remember about the block of memories you've forgotten?" he asks. "I mean... you said it's blocking them?"

    The waitress comes over and while she doesn't *stare* she doesn't actually look at Wade either. Which might be worse. Especially when the man speaks. "Can I get another coffee too and I was told you have a wonderful jelly filled here? One of those too, please. Thank you." The waitress writes down the order, still without looking at Wade, and shuffles off.

    If Wade himself was bothered by it he doesn't show it. "Anyway, yeah... it's purposefully blocking the memories?" he asks. He knows the gauntlet is at least semi-sentient in a few of its incarnations. This being one doesn't surprise him.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
This waitress displeases Sara with her actions, causing one brow to lift and her eyes to follow the woman with a look of distain on her face. No one asked her to stare, but it was a part of her job to be courteous, and she failed miserably. The Italian woman would not forget that any time soon.

With a soft snort she looks back to Wade and instantly the expression changes from distain to a smile. "Okay, I'll tell you the lead up," she says as she reaches for the cream to add to her coffee, just a little sugar and then she offers the sugar to him. "I was investigating the disappearance of two children, twins, a young boy and girl. I remembered following a lead that took me to a run down apartment building in the Bronx, and that's the last thing I remembered about it for quite a while." The spoon goes into the cup to mix it all together, taking the coffee from dark brown to a light tan.

"Angelo Tampambulos, my ex, helped me figure out that a ritual spell had been used in the run down building, and whatever happened from that lead to my being missing for a week. I woke up in the hospital a week later from a head wound, which should have been clear indication that something was wrong as I don't /get/ wounded. I woke up remembering who I was, what I did for a living, how to use my bracelet, the sorts of things you wouldn't normally remember with amnesia, but not only had I lost that the entirety of that week, but I also lost that I had ever dated Angelo, and so many major and minor details."

She sighs, frustration showing on her face as even now she tried to remember something, anything from that week or any one of the details that was still missing. "Whatever the magic was that was used, it majorly fucked things up. To be honest, after something like that, it's no wonder the relationship with Angelo fizzled out. I never truly remembered that we had been dating, I never got back the deep emotions that we had apparently had."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade keeps his eyes on her as she talks. "Hey..." he says, reaching out to place a gloved hand over hers. "It's okay. If you want... if you ever get a lead... I'll help with it. Okay?"

    He squeezes her hand. "You have holes. I have too many memories. You want to help me sort my shit out, and that means I will help you fill in the holes if you ever find a lead for it."

    He adds. "Hopefully filling the holes won't ruin any chances with you... but if it helps you, I'll still do it."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara knows he's being serious, and kind, and supportive, but the way he worded it all first makes her smile gently, but is slowly goes mischievous before she says, "Of course I have holes you can fill, Wade, it's what we've been talking about most of the night." Aaaand sip of coffee.

She manages not to spit the coffee out laughing, then shifts back to more serious. "Thanks for that though. Nightwing has been doing some investigating, along with an associate of his, they'll be giving me a report on what they find soon. Once I have that, I should be able to look into the leads... but your help, absolutely welcome. I have no idea what direction this is going to go, but for something to effect Wi... the bracelet," quick word change there, phew. "... it has to be damned powerful."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade is pouring sugar into his coffee at the first statement and then stops. More sugar and he probably ever anticipated keeps going in as he looks at her. "Like you were just built for me. I swear. Nearly getting dismemebered by that gang... best thing that ever happened to me."

    He finally stops. The coffee is probably about half-syrup at this point but he stirs it anyway. "What better asset to have on your side than an overprotective boyfriend with a death complex who can't die, right?" It's hard to tell if he's joking or serious sometimes.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara hmmms softly as she leans in again to look at him, "That's kinda hot Wade, not going to lie." Cheek kiss and she sits up again. She's not about to point out the amount of sugar in his coffee, she wants to see if he will actually drink it.

"I honestly can't think of a better asset, but... you're more than that, you are my boyfriend." She pauses for a moment, lifting a brow. "I honestly don't think they were going to dismember you, I think they were going to shoot and beat the crap out of you, which would have hurt like hell, but something tells me you don't feel pain like normal people."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade finishes stirring the coffee flavored sugar and sets the spoon aside. There is still a thin particle spread of sugar on the spoon but he doesn't seem to notice. He takes a sip and immediately regrets ever hearing about coffee. But he's a gentleman and manages to swallow it regardless.

    "I... I don't" Wade says. "Like the bullets. Big mosquito bites. Annoying as hell but not really much more than that." He thinks for a moment, his expression thoughtful.

    "I got torn in half once. That was fun... legs grew back. Cut off my own hand to get out of a pair of cuffs..." he holds up a hand, "it wasn't the police, don't worry. Hand grew back, as you can see." He spins his left hand in front of her. "Or was it this one?" he asks, lifting the right. He shrugs.

    "I think the worst was when I was in space. No suit. Blood boiling; asphyiating; going right to the brink and just not going over. That hurt. Reentry hurt too. Also hit solid ground. After a while you just stop feeling the acceleration." Terminal velocity. He's talking about terminal velocity casually. In a diner. "Yeah. That was the worst. After that, most other things are just inconvienences. That I know I'll come back from. Hurt in the moment, but after a bit... not really that important."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
One moment of staring and Sara just accepts. A woman who wears a magical bracelet that turns her into an invincible, armor wearing walking ginsu blade has to accept that some things just are.

"Can I ask a question?" She says, sort of raising one hand like a student in the class room. "Why didn't you just dislocate your thumb to get out of the handcuffs, then relocate and heal it? Why go straight for hand chopping? Lack of time?"

She takes a sip of her coffee, watching him again, it was a serious question. "How did you get to space in the first place? Sorry, that's two questions."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade smiles. "It's okay. Not a problem." He sips more of his coffee-sugar. God it is awful but he downs it with determination and perseverence. "Lack of time. I knew if I tried the whole broken bones thing they guy dragging me would just stop me from doing it. Slicing it off was the quicker option."

    He pauses and swallows some residual sugar still in his mouth. The grit of it is painful. "As for space. I had a mark on the ISS. One of the Russians up there was actually a Soviet Expatriot and anyway... I managed to kill him but couldn't get back to the shuttle in time. So I sort of just exited via one of the maintanence hatches and pushed off toward the Earth."

     He smiles again. "I can regale you with tales of all my various worst injuries if you want, even show you some of the scars I got before becoming a mutant. Special forces earns you all sorts of beauties."

    He looks around the cafe. Now with only one staffer and no other patrons. "But it is getting late. This place might be closing soon. I'd say can I walk you home, but I suspect you drove."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara stands up, offering hand to him as she tosses a twenty on the table. "I did drive, but that doesn't mean you can't walk me to my bike, kiss me good night and then watch me drive off. I'll need my coat." She grins, and picks up her helmet with her other hand. "You game for a goodnight kiss at a motorcycle?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade rises and hands the jacket over to her. "A kiss from you? I'd be game for that any day that ends with Y" he says and offers her his arm like the gallant gentleman that he is.