The Perk, Saturday Morning

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

So Ray was back to grabbing his coffee at the Perk, because Cooper was loco. Whatever. After getting his morning cup of coffee (he'd be back for three more, he figured) and, okay, somewhat reluctantly also grabbing a pastry (just to get Fraser off his back), Ray crashed at a table near the window.

And had his coffee. With chocolate.

[ open, and up early due to timezones, whee ]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Sure he had a coffee maker at home. And sure, he wasn't too fond of figuring out what the heck the sizes meant, but Deadpool was there anyway.

For the over-priced and delicious life blood that came with caramel.

"Gimme the most sugary thing you got," He asked the barista, nodding toward the new guy with the funny looking hair.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Oh, they were running the whole local town greeting each other randomly kinda thing. Ray was just going to return the guy nod and then return to his coffee, because he had not had nearly enough for attempted conversation at this hour.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

It was a small town. That was occasionally invaded.

They liked to check things out.

Coffee in hand, Deadpool eyed him again. "Why do I get the feeling you're a trollop?" A beat. "Better yet, what the hell is a trollop?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Wait, what?

Ray's head kinda shot up. "What was that?" he snapped.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Trollop. I think it's old English, but I don't exactly have a degree, so i could be completely off on this one," Deadpool explained. "Maybe it's Germanic..."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"What the hell are you babbling about?" It was making him want to get up and in this bepyjama'd clown's face, but he was supposed to keep a good face with the community or something.

Nutters.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"You know--" Dead pool waved his hand at him vaguely. "--odd feelings about strangers you meet and inexplicable have a dislike of because of some plot twist that'll happen, thus guaranteeing drama for a loved one?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"No, I do not know what you're talking about," Ray said, quite emphatically, "So I suggest you move this party along."

Mornings.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Eh, we'll see when it happens," Deadpool said, shrugging and wandering away with his coffee.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Ray shook his head.

For god's sakes, this town was nuts. Still.

"Hey, um," he called at the barrista, "Who the hell was the clown in the pyjamas?"

She stared at him like he had a deathwish or something.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool paused, looking back at him. "You're new in town, right?" He asked cheerfully.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Huh. Guy was still here.

Ray looked up again to see him. "Yeah," he said, "I am. Did I miss the jammy handout or what?" So maybe he was a little cranky over being called a freaking trollop at this point in the morning.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Reeeeaaaly new," Deadpool corrected himself. "One, not jammies. Two, your hair is stupid. Three... I don't actually have a three, so I'll say it again. Your hair is funny looking."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Okay, you do not go for the hair," he snapped, rising up out of his chair. "What is your problem?!" What was everybody's problem in this damn town?

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I went there, bought the t-shirt and then sold it on E-Bay," Deadpool shot back. Then pondered the second part. "Well, if I hadta guess, it might be along the lines of 'Daddy never loved me, mommy was absent, everyone thought I had cooties' You know. The usual existential angst."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

What the hell?

That kinda summarised this guy.

"...What?"

Okay, he was gonna-- "Listen, smart guy, you come in here, you start dissing my hair, I don't care about your family history, alright?!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...but you asked."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"What?" he said again, because that could not be said enough. "No, I did not, I asked you what your problem was." What?

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...which I answered," Deadpool pointed out helpfully. "Existential angst."

A beat.

"Among other things."

Another beat.

"And, seriously, how do you do that with your hair? Is it gel? Or that hair wax stuff?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"It's a little bit of both," Ray muttered, his hand going up to touch the edges of said hair. At which point he remembered about the argument. "But that's not the point! The hair is sacred!" Well, not as sacred as the hat, but still-- "We do not talk about the hair!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool looked around warily. "Is it sentient? Can it hear us?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"No, it cannot--"

Ray made a noise that sounded a lot like 'NRGH'.

"What, did you escape from a mental hospital or something?! Are you unhinged?!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Well, I've never actually been in one as a patient, so I think I have that working for me."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Oh, so you have been in a mental hospital," he snapped, mostly because he was completely confused and yelling always helped well to deal with that kind of thing. "No wonder you're talking to my hair."

So, so confused.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"But that was to break someone out of said hospital, so I don't think it really counts," Deadpool replied. "And I'm not talking to your hair, If I was talking to your hair, I'd have to wonder if you're fatty's long lost dad."