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Caritas; Wednesday Evening

Marshall came into work on time and settled behind the bar with the latest issue of ~~Cosmo Girl~~ Sports Illustrated. Hell yeah, sports and man stuff.

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Sing.

God help him now.

Deadpool was, of course, up on stage. There to rickroll you all. Rickroll you until you liked it.

Hot. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HrSN7176XI)

Drink.

Tyler slid onto a stool as if his mind wasn't really on his surroundings.

He woke up soon enough as he looked at the stage. More specifically, at the person performing on the stage. "... Marshall?"

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Marshall had put down the magazine as soon as he heard the dulcet tones of Rick Astley coming from the stage. It was a miracle he even heard Tyler.

"...yeah?"

Tyler pointed at the stage. "Deadpool is singing?"

This was half to check he wasn't hallucinating.

"Yes. Yes, he is," Marshall said, sounding amazed. Or was that horror? "He's never gonna give us up, apparently."

"Never going to let us down," Tyler said. He sounded strangled. "... I don't want to know he won't run around or desert us. I don't."

"The really scary thing is I can't tell if this is weird Fandom stuff or if he's just singing for funsies," Marshall said. "On the one hand, who would voluntarily sing Rick Astley? On the other, this is Deadpool..."

"We could throw pennies at him and see what he does," Tyler said.

Give him a moment. He'll come up with a justification.

"... if he's himself, he'll probably try to kill us."

"...you want to actually risk our lives for that?"

Well, duh.

"Wouldn't the bar kick him out if he actually did anything?"

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean he won't come after us late," he said. "He seems like the crazy Glenn Close type of psycho too. I don't want my cockamouse to end up in a stew."

"Mmmm," Tyler agreed absently, distracted by Deadpool's hip ... swivelling.

"What the hell's a cockamouse?"

Yeah, Marshall wasn't going to look anywhere near Deadpool's hips. Ever.

"It's my pet. Part cockroach, part mouse and quite possibly part bat," Marshall explained. "His name is Evelyn."

"Of course," Tyler agreed. "No better name for a cockamouse."

He was watching Deadpool again. "For a big guy in jammies he moves pretty good."

"Well we big guys are more agile than we look," Marshall said proudly. "Thank god Rick Astley wasn't known for his racy stage presence. This could've been much worse."

Tyler shuddered. "I need a beer," he said. "Just in case Cher is next on the set list."

Marshall nodded and grabbed two beers because, yeah, he'd need one too. "Here's hoping if that does happen, it's anything but 'If I Could Turn Back Time' Cher."

"I kind of wanna hear him tackle 'Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves,'" Tyler agreed. "It'd be retro."

"Oooh, that'd be a good one," Marshall agreed. "We need someone in here thinking they're Sonny Bono and it'd be perfect."

"If it wasn't you or me," Tyler said, taking a sip. "I don't sing."

"Oh I do," he said. And he was damn good at it. "But the last time I was in a Sonny and Cher duet I was Cher. So I only know her parts."

"Who was Sonny?" Tyler had to ask, then teased, "And I bet you were a hot Cher."

"I was a damn hot Cher. I totally rocked it," he said. "My wife was Sonny. She...she doensn't look so good with a mustache."

"You had the right height ratio," Tyler commiserated. "If you dressed up, bet that and the beads were all people were looking at."

Relax.

Play.

So I've come to the conclusion that the drunker I get, the better I am at Mario Kart.

It goes like this, basically:

Drinking and driving go karts whilst throwing banana peels out the side = Okay. You will win awards in the shape of stars and turtle shells.
Drinking and killing zombies = Bad idea. You end up shooting your sister in the ass like 80 times and she'll get pissed.

It shouldn't make me laugh that both Marshall and Ronon only know the girl parts to Sonny and Cher songs.

But for different reasons.

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