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Devil's Nest, Monday

Schrodinger opened up the Devil's Nest on time.

Or did he?

You really won't know until you check. Until then, it's both opened and closed.

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Where you can both drink and not drink.

AT THE SAME TIME.

Wade was pretty certain that he currently was NOT drinking, but hoped to change that.

"Puss in Boots, gimme some tequila, some brandy, and some Tab."

"That's quite the order!"

The Friz owned clubbing clothes.

. . . no, really. Complete with little devil horns almost completely buried in her hair.

"I like to think of it as something unique that no one else would ever think of. Mostly because it sounds so disgusting," Wade said, turning to greet the Frizzinator. "Are you wearing devil horns?"

She spread her arms cheerfully, the rhinestones on her artfully cut AC/DC shirt sparkling. "Seemed appropriate!" She waved at Schrodinger. "I'll try that, too!"

Take chances, make mistakes, etc.

(Does she always use exclamation points? Hmmm, must test this theory.)

"Have we met?"

"Don't believe so!" She thrust out a hand cheerfully. "Valerie Frizzle!"

Schrodinger placed a pair of drinks in front of them. "I'm not wearing boots."

"Deadpool," Wade replied, fascinated by the unnecessary use of the punctuation point.

When they got the drink, he leaned over the bar. "Puss in shoes?"

The Friz was almost curiously leaning over. Scientist and all that. "Nice to meet you!" She was even absently cheerful.

"Yes," Schrodinger said. "Shoes. Hello Professor Frizzle."

And there were more of them! Was she written in the early nineties? She didn't have an insane amount of muscles so Wade was confused.

"What would happen if I gave you catnip?" He had to ask it, he just had to.

"I would take it and act stoned for a while."

"Hugs not drugs!" she chimed cheerfully. "Hello, Schrodinger!"

Wade? Totally not thinking about getting some catnip.

At all.

Because he was a responsible adult and all that.

"Schrodinger? Where's the box?"

"I am the box."

"And my mind is blown. Only without the brain matter all over the bar."

He turned back to the Friz. "Are you a teacher?"

(Do it! Use the exclamation point! OH MY GOD! Now I'm doing it too! It's like a disease!)

"Absolutely! I teach Science!"

There. He got two of them.

And it was both wonderful and terrible at the same time.

"Science with two exclamation points?!"

She laughed. "Usually just one! It confuses the students enough."

Look. A period.

...

And she broke Wade's brain with that. Good job Friz, good job.

"So, any reason why you're dressed like Jamie Lee Curtis in that movie with the delicious Lindsey Lohan?"

"I'm not teaching at the moment, am I?" she asked, eyes twinkling as she finally took a sip of her drink. And seemed totally unaffected.

"This is true. I think the cougar look works for you. Can I call you Mrs. Robinson?"

"I much prefer Valerie!" she said cheerfully ~~even if her mun's traitorous brain started writing Friz/Ralphie fic and now needs to be bleached . . .~~

"Okay, Valerie." Wade said, though in his head he decided to think of her as Mrs. Robinson. "Koo-Koo-kachoo."

She good-naturedly wiggled her hips in time to his Koo-Koo-Kachoo. "What about you, Deadpool? Are you a teacher too?"

"Driver's Ed," Wade said, watching the Shakira-esc shaking hips closely. "Just what I always wanted to teach. Other than art."

They don't lie. "Driver's Ed? Wonderful!" She clasped her hands together under her chin. "If you're looking for other vehicles to drive, you can borrow my bus!"

Because that wouldn't be made of disaster at all.

"I might take you up on that," Wade said after a thoughtful pause. "Less wear on the Deadmobile."

"Anytime!"

Are you sitting or are you standing?

You're doing both until you check, really.

Strangely enough? It is impossible to be both dancing and not dancing at the same time.

No one knows why.

ooc: Oh, I don't know about that, I think I've seen that happening. I think I've possibly done that actually.

Physics jokes! Wheee!

*is quietly dying of laughter behind her closed door*

*or possibly not*

*no one will know until the door is opened*

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