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The Perk, Mid-Afternoon

The Perk!!! Rikku wasn't supposed to have caffeine 'cause whoa, it made her hyper, but a little couldn't hurt, right? 'Cause obviously she was getting better at this whole drinking-thing. So maybe she was getting better at caffeine, too! One way to find out!

Now, if only she could get them to make something orange. And fizzy.

(OOC: expecting a certain merc with a mouth, otherwise open for your caffeinated requirements.)

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For all the drinking he'd been doing in the past week or so, Deadpool really ought to be nursing a hangover. Silly healing factor, taking care of all that.

What he did need, however, was caffiene. Large quantities of it.

So much so, he didn't notice Rikku right away. "Gimme the largest thing you have with at lest five extra shots of espresso."

Hey! It was her favorite ever mentor who hopefully wasn't still mad about that whole car thing!

Rikku bounced up to the counter excitedly, deciding against a tackle-hug just in case he was. "Hey! Deadpool! Hiya!!!"

See, without the crazy bouncing, it was hard to pick Rikku out.

If you ignored the orange.

Shut up, he needed coffee.

"Lil' Minion! How have you been?"

"I've been superawesomegreat!" Rikku bounced harder. "I love summer term except for that crazy mean lady in the principal's office but I'm not trying to tick her off on purpose, honest, 'cause I think she's gonna snap soon and that'd be bad. Except Animal and I kinda did last night but that's just 'cause I was drunk. At least I'm not sick from it this time!! Hey, I'm not fired from minioning, am I?"

Deadpool frowned at the mention of Umbridge. "You stay away from her and if she does anything, let me know and I'll throw more knives at her." Then he looked vaguely confused. "Why would you be fired?"

"I've been staying away from her, honest," Rikku said quickly. "It's hard 'cause Hermione's my roommate, and the crazy lady hates her. But I have."

She considered it only diplomatic to leave out the whole backwards-knees incident, because it was fixed now and there was no point in having Deadpool freak out on her for it.

She scuffed her toes. "And, uh, because I ... borrowed your car? We had a road trip. It was awesome. And, uh, we totally brought it back." She tried to look innocent. Tried.

(Oh yeah...)

"That?" He shook his head. "You'd have do do something worse to lose minion status. Something like move to Hollywood and become the third Olsen twin." Pause. "Though I suppose by that point they'd be the Olsen Triplets, but the meaning still stands. No moving to Hollywood and wearing ridiculously large sunglasses."

Rikku scratched her head. "I don't think I know where Hollywood is. And most of my sunglasses are normal-sized. Uh, you're not mad, really? We kinda didn't mean to trash it. It's just that the evasion stuff had counter attack on it and then that started catching things on fire and that's when it all got bad."

Deadpool just stared. And stared some more.

"What the heck were you avoiding?"

Rikku waved her hands. "I had a stupid fight with Jude, well, one of his friends, and then Mel was all ... Oh! You mean, with the car? Nothing, we just put Evasion on it for the hell of it. I also put Haste on, that's how we were going so fast, and Flamestrike, so whatever we hit caught on fire? And we installed a chimichanga maker in the glove compartment. I think that still works."

"I hate chimichangas, Deadpool replied absently. Then was helpless but to add, "Chimichanga chimichanga chimichanga."

(Yup, still a fun word. Totally beats out lube or panini.)

"A fight?"

"But chimichangas are awesome, and we got them from Bert's Taco Something or other and we kinda stole it and broke out of jail and totally vandalized the space thing in Florida, and then drove back really fast 'cause of cops." She made a face. "And that was totally not his fault, just something stupid with his friends and no beating up the Jude, remember?"

"I'm more of an enchilada man myself," Deadpool replied. (Enchilaaadaaaa. Nope, doesn't have the same kick.)

"So I need to go to Canada and beat some kids up? I'm strangely comfortable with that."

"I could probably rewire it to be an enchilada-maker," Rikku shrugged. "The car was really awesome before it caught on fire. And even that was kinda cool, until we hit the cow. It had some seriously sweet upgrades. We didn't mean to destroy it or whatever."

"No, that wouldn't ..." Rikku considered for a minute. "Just beat them up? No killing or maiming or whatever? 'Cause there's this girl named Caitlin that could seriously ... I probably shouldn't, huh?"

Deadpool held up his hand in the boyscout pose. "Scouts honor no killing or maiming."

Oh like he was not going to encourage violence against folks who threatened his minions.

"I really shouldn't. Just, uh." Rikku looked this way, and that, and then leaned in, talking rapidly. "Her name's Caitlin and she's in Toronto and she hacked into Jude's something-or-other just to get my phone number and call me rude names. She's a bitch and then I left town and it turns out Jude didn't even know this was going on 'cause see I thought he was giving out my number and how rude you know!? And we're all okay now it was just a big misunderstanding except for her being a total bitch and someone needs to kick her teeth in and I so, so, so want to."

Taking down a mental note to look up this Caitlin- (With a C) -chick, Deadpool nodded.

"Okay then, I guess the road trip is okay by me." He accepted his giant, overly caffienated coffee. "I had forgotten all about it, to be honest."

"You had?" Rikku gave him a strange look. "But, uh, it's your car. We kinda smashed it all up. You don't ... care about cars?"

She noticed the huge coffee. "Or ... is, uh, is ... something wrong? I'm sorry I haven't been around more. Not a very good minion this term. You'll have to cut my pay."

Deadpool's face may have gone very blank at that point, but the mask would make it so very hard to tell this. "Nothing you should worry about," He replied, grinning widely. "So! What have you been up to that doesn't involve the Olsen Twins or sunglasses that would make Jackie O give you a funny look?"

"Nothing I should worry about isn't the same as nothing," Rikku said. "And not much. Finishing classes and all that good stuff. Staying away from Umbridge. And apparently I've learned how to drink and not get hung over! That's good, right?"

She was right about that, but he wasn't about to admit to anything being wrong.

Because nothing was wrong.

(Except for that voice and the blackouts.)

Yeah, except for those.

"Oooo! Very good. Did you happen to pick up a healing factor on this road trip by any chance? Meet a guy with waaaay too much hair who calls people bub?"

"I don't think so?" Rikku said, shrugging. "No guy calling people bub. But we ran over a few cabbage vendors and got arrested for smashing up an ATM."

Deadpool sipped the steaming hot coffee carefully, putting an arm over Rikku's shoulder. "Aww, all grown up and defacing public property. I'm so proud of you."

Rikku grinned. "I wish I had copies of my mug shot. It was so cute! They took pictures and I waved and then they got gunk on my fingertips. Getting arrested is so much more fun here, I swear."

"How did you get arrested back home then?"

Rikku shrugged. "Guards bound you up, threw you in a cell, then they dragged you in front of the High Council of Yevon to tell you you were a traitor and lie about a bunch of stuff, then they said you were guilty and supposed to be executed and threw you in a sewer with a dragon in it. All around, I'd have to say it sucked."

Deadpool nodded. "Yeah, I can see where that gets less fun. Personally, I'm a big fan of the secret police where they drag you from your beds at night to work in ghoulish internment camps like on the History Channel."

"Could be worse," she said philosophically. "Least it wasn't a big dragon. You ever had that happen? The weird secret police stuff?"

"Well they weren't technically the police and it wasn't really a secret..." Deadpool replied, going off into a flashback.

And then quickly shaking his head. Ugh. Flashbacks. Who did he look like? An X-Man?

"Still sounds pretty crappy," Rikku said, making a face. "Is this an ice cream situation? 'Cause we can go get ice cream."

Deadpool shook his head, chugging some of the coffee. "ow."

"No, no, that was ages ago. And now I'm a perfectly healthy and well adjusted per--" He broke down snickering. "--I thought I could say that with a straight face, really I did."

Rikku giggled. "You did pretty well! You got a ways through it. Want some ice cream anyway?"

"Ice cream," Deadpool replied slowly. "Ice cream sounds good."

"Come on," she said, reaching out to loop an arm through his. "Let's go get some ice cream, then. Yeah?"

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