[After the nonsense of the last week, all the clothes he'd come with in are necessarily in the wash. Fortunately he's managed to scrounge up something casual-- a plain white Henley, a pair of jeans meant more for a laborer than a guy from 2019. Anything more formal than that would've made him feel even more uncomfortable about this entire encounter; he should at least not feel dressed up like a clown if he's got to apologize.
Thank god Wade's here to lighten the mood.]
They got cons here? Color me surprised.
[It's strange. He feels like he's crossed a major line with Wade, and yet here he is-- casual as ever, like they're just two pals out for a night of drinking. Out of the suit, he could be anybody, apart from the whole off-brand Ryan Reynolds thing.
That was... always that way, wasn't it? Wasn't there some kinda scar thing with Deadpool, or something?] Let's grab a table, though...
[He leads the two of them into the pub. It's covered and private, enough out of the way that the place is largely unoccupied, but not enough to be skeevy: the air's more like stepping into a friendly dive bar than the doom and gloom of their last visit to the Ruby Underground.
He starts as soon as they sit down. Better not to waste time.]
Let me start over: I'm Travis. I really was looking for a fight the other day, but I shouldn't have just lost my shit at you. They put some weird stuff in that powder they were throwing around at the festival-- felt like I was drugged or something.
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Thank god Wade's here to lighten the mood.]
They got cons here? Color me surprised.
[It's strange. He feels like he's crossed a major line with Wade, and yet here he is-- casual as ever, like they're just two pals out for a night of drinking. Out of the suit, he could be anybody, apart from the whole off-brand Ryan Reynolds thing.
That was... always that way, wasn't it? Wasn't there some kinda scar thing with Deadpool, or something?] Let's grab a table, though...
[He leads the two of them into the pub. It's covered and private, enough out of the way that the place is largely unoccupied, but not enough to be skeevy: the air's more like stepping into a friendly dive bar than the doom and gloom of their last visit to the Ruby Underground.
He starts as soon as they sit down. Better not to waste time.]
Let me start over: I'm Travis. I really was looking for a fight the other day, but I shouldn't have just lost my shit at you. They put some weird stuff in that powder they were throwing around at the festival-- felt like I was drugged or something.