Owner	Pose
Wade Wilson	Sister Margaret's is not often a happening place. In fact it exudes an anti-consumer vibe that is meant to turn away the locals with an aggressiveness that one can't likely even imagine, let along post to a yelp rating. It might be because its regulars are so 'exclusive'. Or it might be because the place doesn't offer much in the way of goods nor services. What it does have is ambience! In spades. All bad.     But sometimes, sometimes when the stars align or there's a particularly good payout from one of the merc jobs that was hired through Sister Margaret's... the place actually picks up and becomes lively. People drink, celebrate, shout, laugh...     And all of that is happening now. Much to Wade Wilson's chagrin.     The door opens to laughter and cheers, the clink of glass and the drone of music from the circa 1978 jukebox. Wade shuffles through the door, closing it behind him with a thump and a jangle of the bell hanging on it. Nobody hears the bell, though Weasel sees Wade and shouts.     "Heeeey, Wade. What're you having?"     Which is... decidedly not very Weasel-like at all.
Jessica Drew	The sounds filtering through the door (she has super hearing) tell Jess she came on a good night. Though good might be open to interpretation. It's better than television or running till she drops. Running takes hours. So some billiards in bad company might be the answer, that and a few drinks. Admittedly it takes a whole lot of medicine to make her think she is somebody else. The upside is that she tips well and leaves the bartenders happy. Like two star-crossed enemies, the door opens in Wade's wake to admit a tall, dark woman. Jess slips into the room, keeping it low-key while the other patrons celebrate their latest mayhem and heads for the bar.
Wade Wilson	In the wake of poor Wade, Jessica slips in unseen, at least for the moment. She steps on by just in time to hear the Merc with the Mouth's response to Weasel as he replies. "Other than an existential crisis of confidence brought on by a magical artifact whose sexual possibilities both titilate and intimidate me?"     There's the squeak of a bar stool as Wade hops onto it, thumping his arms down on the edge of the counter, then grabbing the bowl of pretzels and slides it over. "Oh I dunno. Got some apple juice?"     "Appletini is the closest thing I got tonight, buddy." There's a pep in Weasel's step as he goes about filling orders, sliding beer to people, and even delegating to his other bartenders without using profanity. Clearly he's in a good mood.     "Ok. Appletini works."     "Something got you down, Waderino?"     "Yeah, nah. I'm fine. What's got you..." Then he furrows his brow and looks around the room. "And everyone all keyed up like it's the first Thursday of the month and the local Kroger's decided to take food stamps for liquor?"     "Big payout, that attempted coup in Torvokia. Both ends, worked out great for our guys."     "Well shit, where was I?"     "I dunno, doin' whatever it is you do, DP."     As Jessica is walking toward the bar, however, she might well be intercepted by a tall bald rough-looking man who clearly in his cups tries to drape an arm around her, "Say darlin', wanna help me spend a good chunk of 300 big ones?"
Jessica Drew	Torvokia hangs in the air like a big red flashing sign. It explains a lot about the on going celebration. Jess imagines there were bets. The unofficial pool at HQ probably paid big. She had been away on ops so she missed the chance of placing a wager. Eh. You win some, and you lose some. As the agent is about to slip behind Wade and sit at the end of the bar opposite him, a man looking like he had been chewed up and spat out of some second-rate mercenary unit hooks an arm around her shoulder and propositions her. Reflex, which she reins in hard, should have him on the floor with a broken arm. Still, she has no intention of popping a hole in her Sunday night melancholy after a challenging mission with unwanted attention from the other patrons. Jess folds slender fingers around his wrist in a grip like steel and whispers, her beautiful teeth bared in a fierce smile, "Want to spend those big ones on a trip to the ER? If not, leave me alone." The grip likely leaves bruises. She ducks out from under his arm, still in her grasp, steps behind him, and puts a knee neatly into the back of his knee, collapsing him to the ground.
Wade Wilson	The bald man barks with laughter as he's so roughly put onto one knee, laughter that erupts around them as the other mercs all laugh and applaud, some clearly egging her on to break his arm while others are gesturing for refills and others even placing wagers of their own.     But the man in her grip seems graciously willing to accept this change in circumstance, "Alright alright, you win, darlin'. My apologies. Heartfelt and shit." And should she let him go then that'll be the end of it.     Though it does draw Wade's attention over there as well. With a slightly sad tone he tells her, "Oh. Hey Drew. How are the pedipalps hanging?" Yet even the possibility of giving JayDee grief is not enough to revitalize the Deadest of Pools.     "Hey hey!" Weasel says, "What are you drinking, lady? I would normally attach the whole 'pretty' aspect to it, but I like my arms unbroken."     Around them things go back to mostly normal as one of the bartenders at the other end of the bar rings the large naval bell at the end of the counter, signalling some sort of winning wager payout connected to the large leaderboard on the wall. This time the leaderboard displays basketball scores of all things.
Jessica Drew	After an extra squeeze to leave a lasting impression, Jess lets him go and gives the room a quick bow. Putting on a London drawl, "Just as long as they are heartfelt and shite," She takes a step back, leaving the merc to get up on his own, "Hey Wade, so much better than your beautiful mug. Count on it." With a genuine smile for Weasel, "A double dirty martini, please. Hold the pretty, I'm really not in the mood to break arms but could reconsider." Jess takes a seat a few stools down from Wade and watches Weasel assemble her drink. A few moments pass in amiable silence before she asks, "So what has you so glummy glum glum, Wade?"
Wade Wilson	The bar in their immediate vicinity settles down marginally, even as Weasel is off procuring the dirty martini that leaves the Agent and the Mercenary to chit chat upon those stools.     "Oh, glummy glum glum? Welly well well, me little droogy. When did we go all Malcolm McDowell?" Wade leans over, "Weasel? Is 'Singing in the Rain' in the jukebox? Super important that I know right now."     Yet Weasel is too far away to hear, and so he just turns back to Jessica. "I had a little encounter with the Wonder Woman, she's so dreamy." He tells her with a wistful sigh as he leans over and one of the assistant bartenders slings on by with his appletini. He takes it up, pulls his mask up and takes a sip. The nose behind the mask crinkles a little, then he sighs again.     "That lasso is no joke."
Jessica Drew	"Oh, dear lord, save me," Jess prays, eyes turned heavenward. She turns slightly toward Wade, "You should see my Caligula," batting her big greens at him. "Are you crushing on her? That must have been an unbelievable turn on, telling the truth and getting whipped by that big golden lasso. What did she ask you and what did you say? Tell me all the details. Or I can get them from a security feed if it happened in a public place. She is tracked, you know, even by the friendlies."
Wade Wilson	"I am totally not telling you all the details, thank you very much." Wade says as he leans forward, resting an elbow on the bar top, supporting his chin with one hand as he reaches over and grabs a handful of half a dozen straws from the dispenser behind the bar, just digging his red and black gloved hand inside and hauling them out.     "What gentle words of love and intimacy we shared are only for our ears." A pause, "And Harley's, to be fair. She was there too." He bites his lower lip and sighs, then looks over at Weasel. "Weaz. I might be out of a job, buddy. You gotta start lining me up some work. Okay?"     To which Weasel shouts back down the bar, "I can't hear you, Wade!" While he adds some fizzy water to one fella's drink.
Jessica Drew	"Such maiden purity. You know you want to tell me, Wade. Though," Jess's face brightens into a delighted grin, "I -could- ask her myself. You know in the interest of keeping our streets clean and what not." Her gaze follows Weasel as she waits for the double martini. She really wants that burning down her throat followed by a salty bite of olive. Her eyes narrow then resolve into a look of pure innocence, "What did she do to you, Wade? How could you be out of work?"
Wade Wilson	"Go ahead and ask her, our love is pure." Wade says even as Weasel makes his way back to them with Jessica's order. Though he's once again off and fulfilling other orders while the room continues to rock and roll along with the sounds of the juke and the cackles and laughter of the crowd.     "I'm still not entirely sure..." He finally answers her last question, "At least one side gig maybe." The mercenary starts to unwrap the straws one after another, just slowly tearing the wrappers off from one end and lining up the strips of torn paper onto his napkin in a small square diagram. Though once that's done he takes up the plastic straws and starts to connect them one to the other.     "Means I'll have to look for some other stuff to do. Maybe go hassle those geeks up at Xavier's. Or I could submit my resume to SHIELD, I hear they take anyone these days."
Melissa Gold	The door is opened, allowing a slight figure to enter. It appeared to be a woman, dressed in a pair of jeans and a gray hoodie. Old, heavy, combat style boots on her feet, though the laces had been removed. The hood was pulled up and she glanced around, assessing those that were assessing her. There was a hint of hair visible, a shock of pink against white. It only took a moment to spot the red and black clad merc she was looking for. And she made a beeline for him. Which might catch the interest of him and the SHIELD agent with him. That was a face that Melissa didn't know. Probably just another of the many mercs waiting for a job to get posted. Though he did seem to be in deep conversation. Maybe she shouldn't really interrupt. But she did need to at least ask one question. Pausing within speaking distance, but not touching distance unless one moved toward her to do so, she gave a tight smile. "Hey, sorry to interrupt." The apology more to the woman. Then she focused on Wade. "You good?"
Jessica Drew	"That would mean they have scraped the barrel bottom so clean it broke the bottom and they are taking in mud, Wade. That might fit your CV." Seated on the barstool, Jess is on eye level with the petite woman with florescent hair. A quick sweep of her eyes take in the steel-tipped boots and nondescript hoodie hiding her hair. "No problem," she replies with a shrug then adds, "He's very glum." After regarding the martini glass, she delicately fishes out both olives and lifts the glass in appreciation to Weasel, drains it and snacks on the olives.
Wade Wilson	Wade's white eyelets widened a little as he finished making his straw chain, then put one end of it in his appletini. "Oh hey MelBell. Got your texts, sent one back I think. Unless I forgot to hit send." He takes a moment to dig into one of the pouches around his waist and produces an older model Kord-Phone though this one has a Hello Kitty case on it. Pink, of course.     "Oh nope, sent and read. Coooool." He says as he repockets the cell back into the pouch, then he leeeeans to the side slooooowly, resettling his elbow on the bar and his head in his hand. He looks positively droopy and sads as he sits there, two foot long straw connecting him to his appletini as he slouches at the bar. Then siiiighs.     "Some sort of coup or something happened. Or didn't happen. I don't know, but think that's why everyone is all hap happy in heah. How are you doing?"     Then he heaves another siiiigh, "Oh I've been remiss. Jessie D, this is Mel G, the Sixth Spice Girl. Third Mel. I think."
Melissa Gold	The mask and everything hides if he's been injured. Of course, if he had, he'd probably already healed from it. But that didn't stop her from giving that once-over glance. Then she focused on the words. "I'm fine. Everything went smoothly on the project I was working on." Careful phrasing so it just sounded like she had a different job, while letting him know that they got the goods. Successful mission. "We were going to come looking for you after." So he wasn't abandoned. They did plan to rally a rescue effort. What a debacle that would have been. She looked to Jessie even as she winced at the Spice Girl bit. "Melissa. Though I do go by Mel. And not a Spice Girl."
Jessica Drew	With a nod, Jess answers pleasantly, "Nice to meet you. Does he always insult you like that or are you just friends?" The agent recognizes code couched in innocuous language. It piques her interest which she is careful to not show under the guise of finishing the martini. She slides the glass toward Weasel's side of the bar, circles her finger in the air then droops it over the empty drink. "Weasel, when you can, could you pour me another?" Turning back toward Mel, "So, do you work together?"
Wade Wilson	"Harls made it out okay," Wade offers in way of update for Melissa. He spraaawls to the side on the bar, still not moving, just slowly sucking down the appletini with large and loud slurping sounds from the chain of straws that do a passingly decent job of transferring the liquid to his mouth. Though a few droplets condense along the small connections of the pipeline.     "But Wonder Gal knows like all the things. So many things." Then his eyebrows rise, "Though there was this one Amazon there, she was particularly hawt. Think her name was Epona. Or Ephobia? Eflavia? Efluvia? Something like that."
Melissa Gold	And at those words, Melissa's eyes widen and she freezes. Like a deer in the headlights of an approaching Mack Truck. With Amanda Waller driving it. "All? All the things?" And then she moved, to reach up a hand to wipe over her face as her head tilted forward slightly. She stayed that way a moment then lifted her head again, glancing over to Jessica and addressing her question. "Work together? Somehow I doubt it after this." And she motioned to Deadpool, indicating what he'd said. Though Melissa did look confused for a moment. "How did he insult me?" Because being a Spice Girl? Not apparently insulting in her book. She looked between the two. "We can talk openly then?" Since apparently Wade was being quite open with Jessie D.
Jessica Drew	Wade is capable of annoying Jessica by merely sipping through a Tinker Toy straw. The muscles in Jess's jaws flex as she steadfastly ignores it, allowing herself one clench of her teeth. Mel, Melissa Gold, on the other hand might be her new best friend. Jess notes Mel's oh shit moment but pretends she didn't see it. "Of course, we can," she replies brightly. "Wade and I are old buddies." She leans a bit in his direction with a sunny smile.
Wade Wilson	"What?" Melissa asks if she can talk openly, and Wade shakes his head. "Oh her?" Deadpool gestures with a thumb in Jessica's direction.     "Oh no. God no. Hell no. She's an Agent of SHIELD or something. Has a cute friend though."     Wade slouches a little more, still slurping on the end of his straw, until he gets to the point where he's not pulling anymore appletini and the straw is making that cavitating bubbling sound over and over. He proceeds to shout over the din of the crowd, "WEASEL! WEEEEASEL." Then quieter he murmurs, "Hit me up again buddy."     Even though Weasel is down at the other end of the bar.     He repeats then, as if for his own personal edification. "All the things."
Melissa Gold	Melissa blinked and looked at Jessica again, this time more of an assessment. "I do believe the old buddies part but I'm going to have to trust Wade on the not talking openly," she said with a hint of a smirk. "Though knowing Wade, he probably has already shared a lot." Such as Harley was with him and there was a Wonder Gal. And that's just the stuff in the time Mel has been here. What was said before that?! And this is why Wade is never on the stealth team. As that sound of a straw getting nothing from the other end was heard, Jessica might catch a matching clench of the jaw from Mel as she resisted the urge to just snatch the straw away. Thankfully he stopped, even if it was just to yell at Weasel. "All the things is bad," she finally said as she considered how this was going to affect things. "Good news is the worst they can do is fire us. I think. Hope?"
Jessica Drew	"So many cute friends. All the cute friends that would ignore him forever." Jess also ignores his accusation of being a SHIELD agent with a nonchalant shrug. "He's just glum this evening. It's not like I could arrest him or anything. That would take a warrant or a court injunction. Neither of which I have at hand." She waves a hand dismissing all of Wade's worries and gloom, "Speak freely, Mel. I know about your mutual friends." With another airy wave of her deceptively slender hand, "On the contrary, all the things is good."
Wade Wilson	"Yeah, unless Waller goes on a head-popping spree. Which, I mean, I'll feel bad for..."     There's a pause as he considers, then his head tilts to the side, then the other side. "I mean... Peter? Maybe. Though I'm sort of going off of him. He ignored my suggestion that we get matching tattoos so... yeah, friendship ended with Peter. Eponia is my new best friend now."     Wade sits up a little and grabs a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar and then takes the time to tuck the end of his straw into it. He slouches back into his seat, then slurps up some whiskey, and seems content with the results. He goes back to slouching properly with his head pillowed by one hand.     "She totally didn't ignore me, she punched me I think." Wade says with a little bleary tinge to his voice, though he says. "But really, she's evil." Wade points at Jessica. Then exhales a little, "Who in the crew have bombs in their heads? Vlad? Skullface? Peter? Roulette? Is she cool enough to have a bomb in her head? I don't think so."     Wade looks thoughtful for a time, white eyelets lifting upward.
Jessica Drew	"Did Eponia get matching tattoos with you then? Sounds like you made a conquest, Wade." Wade pointing to Jess and calling her evil earns a dismissive shake of her head, and an indulgent quirk of her lips. "He doesn't know cool from mined heads. Besides I have venom in my hands and as well as webs which," she looks at Wade slyly, " I don't think he likes very much. But, believe me, are waaay cool." Feet balanced on the bar stool struts, Jess leans with both hands on the bar, "Weasel, if you don't mind. I should very much like to have another double martini and the check."
Melissa Gold	As Wade just overshares a bit more, Melissa just files it away as something that is going to be. She can just hope he doesn't do this with everyone he meets. They did seem to be friends at least. Which had Melissa perhaps speaking a bit more openly. "Vlad. Skullface. Pistolero or Pistolo, whichever he is using this week." Since it changed. A lot. "But I don't think they will be punished. It would be more likely me." She frowned a little. "Since I'm the one making the calls out there. You just got caught but I didn't ...take the next steps when you were caught." Translation: She didn't kill him. Instead of letting him spill the beans. This was going to suck.