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Wade Wilson	Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls is usually rather full of the rough and tumble, heavy handed, do not bring home to your mother types of mercenaries that liter the streets of any large scale city. Today it has only a handful of those in attendence.     Deadpool sits at a table pouring over a stack of papers and cross referencing them on a laptop computer. "WEASE!" he calls, "I need that map of the Weapon X facilities!" he calls. "Where is that on this damn machine!" His face, ever the feature to rid people of his presence, is on display. His mask rolled up to sit on his head like a durag. He slings back a shot, lining the glass up with a collection of about 8 others on the table.     At the bar a large burly man with a bald head and hefty gut turns to regard Wade. "I'm telling you, looking into that again is just going to get you into more trouble" he says. "You should leave it alone and let--"     "Let the girl die? Fat chance Discount Dr. Phil" Wade replies. "Fatter than even you. Now where the hell is Weasel?" he clicks around on the touchpad of the laptop with an annoyed finger.
Inez Temple	Inez Temple says, "Did I hear 'let th' girl die'? I'm really hopin' ain't nobody tryin' t'let some lil girl git killed... hate t' have t'buy Weasel another pool table..." Inez 'Outlaw' Temple saunters into Sister Margaret's with that slow drawl and Stetson hat resting low over her eyes. It's back to the usual for her, leather vest and short skirt, cowboys boots with spurs, gunbelts slung across her hips. She strolls towards Wade's table with a pit stop at the bar to help herself to a bottle of whiskey since Weasel seems to be off counting inventory or whacking it to weird fetish porn. She turns towards Wade and lifts a brow, "Ya wanna tell me what's up, buttercup? Mebbe I c'n help ya out." PUshing away from the bar, she starts towards his table once more, already popping the pour spout off the bottle and taking a slug straight from the bottle."
Wade Wilson	Wade looks up at the entrace of Inez and whistles low. "Wow... just... coming in hot today, huh?" he asks, eyeing her outfit. He doesn't miss the track that Buck gives her as she settles before him. "One of Gabby's sisters--the girl I was at the bar with when we reunited--is missing. We think Alchemax--one of the split offs from the Weapon X program--has her and so I'm looking into the schematics of every facility we have on file after my dismemberment--literal and metaphorical--of the Workshop." He looks down at the computer screen and his eyes light up. "Oh! Got it!" he says. "Keep beating it Wease. I'm sure she likes tiny cocks!" he calls out over the din of the bar.     Buck, being the gentlemanly sort he is, trundles over to stand behind Inez. "Whose your friend Wade?" he asks, inhaling deeply of the air around Inez, because with her getup, attracting creepers like Fat Gandalf. "Of if she's not your friend... maybe she'd like to be mine?" he asks darkly before there is a jerking motion and a sound of impact as his meaty hand slaps the woman's backside..     Wade looks up and sits back. "Here we go..." he says softly as if he expects something.
Inez Temple	"Like a missile on a mission, darlin'," Inez flits a wink towards Wade, enjoying another hit of the whiskey. Listening to him spin the story of what he's working on, she gives a nod and smiles his way, "Lemme know if'n y'all need an extra hand with it? I ain't ever been fond o' bullies, an' targetin' kids is bout as bad as it gets." She smiles warmly, "Sides, I like Gabby. Took her t' th' open air market, gonna take her t'a Broadway show. Thinkin' mebbe Aladdin or Lion King. Hugh Jackman's doin' a run o' Th' Music Man too. Could be fun!" She's used to guys breathing and drooling over her, it comes with the territory. Mostly she ignores them and goes on about her day. But sometimes... sometimes one of them decides to get handsy. The clap of hand to ass has her turning, her prodigious chest battling his gut for supremacy as she lifts a brow at Buck, "Aw, now why'd ya hafta t'go an' do a thing like that? M'day was goin' so -well-! I got laid last night, he made me breakfast this mornin', an' I was gonna spend some happy time with m'husband!" Sighing, she looks disappointed, then hauls back and slams her fist into Buck's face, catches him by the long, scraggly beard, hauls him back upright, then punches him again just for good measure. The rumble of his hitting the ground can probably be heard (or felt) even back where Weasel is, and Inez sits herself down square on Buck's chest, taking a swallow of the whiskey she still holds. "Now. Say yer sorry or ya get a whiskey enema that I'm sure NOBODY wants t'see." Smiling just as sweet as pie as she looks over into his bloodied face.
Wade Wilson	Wade rises and looks over the shoulder of Inez down at Buck. If affords him an absolutely prodigious view of her chest that he does not miss for a moment as he shifts his gaze to the bleeding man. "Buck... this is Inez, my wife" he says. "She's a mutant, like me, but her powers lie in being able to bend steel cables into fancy shapes with her bare hands. Like Angel Dust" he says. Then pauses. "Oh wait. No. That was in the movie, not here." He shrugs. "Say hello and that your sorry, because that whiskey enema she's threatening... she'll do it without hesitation."     Buck gurgles on some the blood in his mouth-she might've busted his guns a bit too--and coughs. "So-sorry. Pleasure to meet'cha Mrs. Wilson."     "Temple" Wade corrects. "The whole name thing is so outdated. Her last name is Temple, like her body." He grabs up his phone and there is the distinct click of him taking a picture. The view is just too good not to immortalize.
Inez Temple	Inez turns that smile towards Wade and pecks his cheek, "Dates with ya are never borin', darlin'." Then she's looking back down to Buck with a smile, "All good, Buck, je's watch yer hands in th' future." The click of Wade's phone has her glancing towards him and chuckling, "Jes' no puttin' it on th' internet, hm? I don't need MY phone blowin' cause some horny hacker perv leaks all m'info." Swinging leg over Buck (he'll get a complimentary panty flash at least, she grips his hand and hauls the man to his feet like it's nothing and claps him on the back to send him barwards again. Turning back towards Wade, Inez smiles and hooks her arm through his, "So. Tell me bout this date yer plannin'? Rescuin' a young girl from a Weapon X subsidiary company... do we get t'burn the lab down on th' way out? Cause I feel like we should burn th' lab down on th' way out." Leading him back towards his table so they can chat more.
Wade Wilson	"Inez, you're my wife, I would never do something like that besides" Wade slides his fingers down off the back of the case revealing a vague representation of what might be a cartoonish cat. "Nobody hacks the Hello Kitty phone" he replies with a smile.     He settles back into his seat as the woman leads him.     "I mean, I'm all for it... wouldn't be the first clone and genetics lab I've burned down. Likely won't be the last, but... I'm not the one calling the shots on this one. Gabby is." He looks over the schematic for the labs of the Hospice Workshop, and the primary facility back in Roanoke. "It looks like they're built off a set plan. They're all similar. Which... means they burn similiarly." He looks up at her. "Things are going well with James?" he asks as if asking how his wife's boyfriend is doing is the most conversational of topics.
Inez Temple	"Wade, I know well enough t'know that'll last about as long as it takes fer ya t'get into a 'Whose Wife Is Hotter' argument, then suddenly pics o' me are scattered everywhere all cause ya had t' 'defend m'honor'." Inez seems less than concerned, really, though she grins at the Hello Kitty icon and gives a nod, "Fair 'nough." Settling in next to him, she passes him the bottle if he wants a drink and gives a nod, looking over the schematics, "I mean, a few fires started in th' right areas an' pretty much any buildin' will burn. Mebbe some phos if'n there's a lotta steel involved..." TUrning towards her husband again, she smiles, "It's good! Really good. We mostly get th' weekends since he's up at Xavier's durin' th' week, but he's started introducin' me t'some o' 'em, so hopefully soon I c'n visit him durin' th' week too."
Wade Wilson	Wade nods takes the bottle, pours himself a shot and slides the bottle back to Inez. "That's good. And... Gabby wants to avoid killing folks, which... I suppose is a thing now. But she didn't say anything about the building. How about this... if we're allowed to burn the place down and you're not there, I'll find a new place and we can burn that one down as a present. I mean, I do have a birthday coming up."     He smirks. "And I can't think of anything better than burning down a building full of goons while looking at you in a birthday suit." He adds. "As long as your boyfriend doesn't mind, of course. I don't want him to be jealous or anything on account of me being your husband." He arches a brow. "He -does- know that I'm still sort of around, doesn't he?"
Inez Temple	Inez gives a nod and takes another swallow of the whiskey, glancing to him with a grin, "C'n it be another Weapon X buildin'? Think I'd like that. Go in, shut down another installation, mebbe rescue a few people, burn th' buildin' down on th' way out." She bumps his shoulder with her own and looks briefly to the laptop, "None o' that looks too complicated." Letting out a laugh, she shakes her head, "Incorrigible!" Inez purses up her lips and thinks it over for a moment, "Since I ain't fond o' gettin' m'bits toasted... clothes on durin' th' raid... strip poker after." She grins at him, "Ya were always fond o' strip poker. So'm I, come t'think o' it." She smiles, giving a nod, "He knows. I tol' him what we agreed on, startin' out friends, seein' how things owrk out.. things been workin' out real nice with me'n'him."
Wade Wilson	Wade smiles and nods. "Good then. Would hate to feel that I was the 'other man' in a situation." He leans back. "I dunno. With your durability you would probably just get a bit of a tan with a naked romp through the fire." He tosses back the shot and sets the glass down.     "I think that's enough research and study for today" he says closing the laptop. "Especially since there is more important things to look at now. Like the lovely woman before me right now." He smiles at her. "So... you up to anything tonight? Besides coming by my old haunts and beating the hell out of handsy sleazeballs at the bar, or course."
Inez Temple	Chuckling, Inez grins at him, "I mean, ya kinda are... mostly cause ya don't remember me, or anythin' bout me or really anythin' we did t'gether... so we're havin' t'start from scratch." She lifts a shrug and bumps against his shoulder, "But still m'husband, too." She lets out a laugh and gives a nod, "Fair, not that I need more o' a tan, already pretty tanned as it is...." "Mmmmmm, all work'n'no play makes Wade a grumpy Deadpool?" Chuckling, she shakes her head, "Kinda depends on yerself an' what yer up t'tonight. Figured on comin' by an' hanging out with ya, but ifn' ya got plans... I'm sure I c'n find somethin' t'do t'pass th' time." Inez lifts a brow and glances around, "Hey, I came here t'look fer ya. I know this were where ya based outta b'fore, so..."
Wade Wilson	Wade looks Inez over and says. "How about some action?" he asks her. "I mean... if you're still down to work with me given you know what it does to my carnal appetite." He eyes her. "There's a trafficing ring running out of Jersey Harbor that I've had my eye on for a bit. The head honcho is a mutant who thinks its funny to sell his own kind out as sex slaves." He reaches into his belt pouch and produces a folded up sheet of paper that he unfolds and lays out on top of the table.     "He's a pyro, but that really doesn't matter to either of us. Probably about 10 goons with him." He slides it to her. On it is his name, the warehouse he's working out of at Jersey Harbor, and a listing of known abilities. "Twenty-five grand. Not exactly a mega hit. But it's for a good cause and twelve-five each isn't nothing to sneeze at. What do you say? My treat?"
Inez Temple	Tsking lightly, Inez flashes a grin at him, "I'm -always- game fer some action. Ya've always been a weird one, Wade, no doubt. But ain't ever stopped me b'fore, ain't gonna stop me now." She leans back, taking a swallow of the whiskey as she listens to the run-down, giving a nod here or there, her fist tightening around the bottle when he gets to the part about sex slaves. "Oh yeah, we're gonna take that sleaze down -hard-." Looking over the paper he's laid out, she gives a quick nod or two. Looking back to his, she flits a wink, "Always did know how t'sweet-talk me, darlin'. Alright, lets load up an' go get'em." She glances back tot he paper, "This is gonna feel real good..."