Blood Gulch Arms - Thursday

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex was strangely enough out of armour today. She sat reclined behind the counter, feet propped up on an empty grenade crate as she cleaned her guns. It was probably a good idea not to ask her why she was in a good mood.


((Shop layout can be found here. The shop itself is bare for some brochures with specs on the weapons that she sells (mostly Halo based), but she can get her hands on pretty much anything if you give her a few days.))

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Into the shop strode Deadpool, carrying flowers in an interestingly shaped vase (http://www.onedeko.co.uk/accessories/images/gun-vase.jpg). He could do the wooing thing.

In a slightly warped kind of way.

"Wow, you're pretty hot out of that armor." A very pleasant surprise indeed.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex raised an eyebrow, her eyes wandering to the flowers and vase.

"I have to agree with you," she said, not the one for much modesty.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"For you," He said, holding the vase out. "I couldn't come by without a bribe present."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex put her gun on the counter and stood up to accept the vase. She gave it another closer look and seemed pretty satisfied with it as she put it down beside the register. At least it wasn't the normal romantic dribble other guys came up with.

"A present usually implies that you want something," she pointed out.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

(How did she see through my elaborate plan so quickly?)

"I would never!" Wade said with mock indignation. "Well, maybe. Probably. Okay, yeah. I really would. Would the present be good enough to warrant a small request?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex raised an eyebrow. "Depends on the request and how small," she said.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"A date?"

And yes, that would be Deadpool batting his eyes behind the mask.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex considered it for a moment.

"You're paying?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"As long as you don't order lobster and caviar." He paused. "Is there even a place on the island that serves those two?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Shame. I think Cafe Fina might," she suggested with a shrug. "I suppose I could give it a shot even if it isn't lobster and caviar." The vase was interesting after all.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

(Wait, did she just say yes?)

"Really?" There was bouncing on the inside bcause, date with a hot chick! "When are you free?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"I've got a job off the island that I need to take care of the next few days," Tex said, considering it. "I should be free Tuesday evening."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'll be there with bells on!" Only not real bells. Though he could probably hot glue them to his outfit...

"The Chinese place in town work for you?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"That's fine. Just don't give me a reason to dump my food over your head," she suggested.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.

"How about you give me a warning before I hit that level. Maybe throw a dumpling at me. Start small, you know."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Stay away from talking politics and I might not have to throw anything at you," Tex said.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I think I can handle that."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"I'd hope so. You haven't tried talking me to death yet," he pointed out. She might be hoping he'd take notes for this.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

He was taking notes!

...when he wasn't doing a teenager girlish squeal inside his head over having a date or, you know, checking Tex out.

(Maybe if I keep up with the internal monologues, I won't get food thrown at me and not get sex.)

"I'll keep that in mind!"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex smirked, satisfied with the response. "Good. It's a date then."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John came in, still frustrated and wanting to shoot someone. Or something. "Yo, Tex?"