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Caritas, Sunday Evening

Ellen was a bit disturbed by the burnt smell that hung in the air when she got to work, so she set the door and windows open to air it out a little.

A couple minutes later, she closed them again. No one needed a sudden waft of zombie band in the face, really.

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Ellen's there, or Tino if you prefer your service modded.

Deadpool took a seat at the bar, waiting for Cable to show up and buy him that Cosmo that he owed him. He wasn't still in the mood for one, having removed the yellow thong, but it was the principle of the matter.

Ellen slid a bowl of peanuts over in front of Deadpool as she walked over - possibly wondering if he took the mask off to eat. "Can I get you anything?"

(Ooo! Nuts!)

Deadpool thought it over.

"What would you recommend for a time traveler?"

She looked at him thoughtfully a moment, then pulled out a glass, into which she poured a good bit of whiskey. "Timeless," she said by way of explanation as she put it on a coaster for him. "If whiskey ever changes in the future, I don't wanna know about it."

"I sure hope if doesn't," Deadpool replied, lifting the mask enough to take a sip. "But the future is always filled with post-apocalyptic stuff and thus no time for good whiskey. Hardly a world worth living in if you ask me."

Ellen looked a little surprised at the look of him under the mask, then scowled - certain things were more important. "Glad I won't be around then," she said with feeling.

"Here's to that," Deadpool said, raising his glass in a toast.

Burned wood mixed with zombie funk. Ugh.

*flops*

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Caritas, Sunday Evening

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The Lounge

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