The Merc and the Ninja
Part 10: BLEW World Tour
By
The Uncanny R-Man
Disclaimer- I own nothing, it all belongs to Marvel, damn them!
Shout Outs-
Dark Jaded Rose- Watch out for more wackiness with Wade dressing up soon! Thanks for the review! * Kiss * ^_~
Risty- Glad you got the references! Look out for more soon! ENJOY!
***
As usual Wade is the first to get up. He walks out of his room, pulls on Betsy's purple silk robe and goes to check on the mail.
'Bills, bills, junk, bills. Ooh! Free sample of shampoo, bills, bills.
He throws the bills in the trash and goes to get some breakfast.
***
The rest of the BLEW gang are sat at the breakfast table eating. Betsy turns to Wade and starts talking about holidays. 'So where do you want to go for our anniversary?'
'I didn't know you guys got married.' Jubilee adds.
'Anniversary of our first date.' Betsy corrects.
'I thought we could go to Canada.' Wade grins.
Betsy snorts in derision.
'France?'
'Ha!'
'Thailand?'
'I know what your game is, Wade Wilson, and the answer is no!'
'Well that's me out of ideas!' Wade sighs.
Typhoid then chooses that moment to speak up.
'You know, I've still got some of that money left that we got from Bullseye. Why don't we go on a Round the World trip?'
'Yeah!' Wade grins. 'That sounds cool! Whatta ya say Cute Buns?'
'What do you mean we?' Betsy asks.
'You don't expect to go on vacation without us do you?' Typhoid grins.
'Yeah, sure, you can come along too!' Betsy sighs.
'Watch out everyone!' Wade yells. 'It's the BLEW World Tour!'
***
'Are we there yet?'
'No!'
'Are we there yet?'
'No!'
'Are we there yet?'
'NO! Wade, you're the one driving!'
'Oh!'
Wade quits and concentrates on the road.
'Where are we goin' anyway?' John asks.
'Chicago.' Angelo answers.
'I thought we were goin' on a World Tour?'
'We're gonna travel around America first.' Jubilee answers.
'I wanted to go to Australia!' John pouts.
'Don't worry Johnny!' Typhoid smirks, patting John's head. 'We'll get there eventually.
***
The shiny new DeadMobile (also brought with Typhoid's money) pulls up outside a swanky looking Chicago hotel and everyone steps out.
'Whoa!' Jubilee breathes. 'Are we gonna be able to afford to stay here?'
'How much money have we got left, Typhoid?' Wade asks.
'Fifteen mil!'
'Hommina...'
***
Later, after everyone has got to their rooms and unpacked, Wade lies back on the bed in his boxer shorts with a pleased sigh.
'This is the life eh, Cute Buns? Swanky hotels, expensive champagne, chocolates...'
'Sexy nightgowns!'
Wade sits up as he sees Betsy walk in from the bathroom wearing a sexy looking purple negligee.
'You like?' Betsy asks.
'Uh-huh.' Wade manages to say.
Betsy leans closer and kisses him.
'Happy anniversary lover!'
'Happy anniversary Cute Buns!'
***
In the room next to them, Angelo is sat up in bed watching the TV while Jubilee gets ready for bed. Angelo switches to a random wrestling show and gets comfortable. He doesn't even look up when jubilee walks in wearing a nightgown not unlike Betsy's, but yellow.
'You ready for be Angelo?' Jubilee coos.
'Uh-huh.' Angelo grunts.
Jubilee just rolls her eyes at Angelo's ignorance.
'Hello, scantily clad female, ready for sex!'
Angelo still ignores her, engrossed in the TV. Jubilee pouts, then she gets and idea. She leaps at Angelo, knocking him off the bed and begins to smother him with kisses! Needless to say, the TV is forgotten.
***
John has just got comfortable in bed when someone knocks on his door. He mutters as he goes to open it. Typhoid Mary stands at his door clad in a slinky black silk robe with a bottle of champagne and two glasses in her hands.
'I just wanted to see if you wanted a night cap.'
'Yeah sure, come in Sheila.' John says, welcoming her in. 'Make yerself comfortable.'
Typhoid sits down on the edge of the bed and pours the champagne into the glasses. She offers one to John.
'Thanks luv.'
'Cheers!' Typhoid says, clinking their glasses together.
'Cheers!' John adds as they both down their drinks.
'So.' Typhoid begins. 'A former villain turned good huh? You ever fought Daredevil?'
'Once.' John answers. 'Needless ter say, I got beat.'
'Been there, done that!' Typhoid sighs. 'I fell in love with him once. Well, one of my multiple personalities did.' She then moves closer and places her hand on John's thigh.
'You got a girl, John?'
'There was this Sheila in Westchester but nothin' ever came of it.'
'Why?'
'I died.'
'Oh! That musta sucked!'
'Pretty much, yeah.'
'So you're single then?' Typhoid continues.
'Yer could say that, yeah.'
Typhoid moves closer and kisses him. John returns the kiss and lowers them both back onto the bed.
***
The next morning, the gang are stood in the main foyer of the hotel, deciding where to go.
'I say we hit the clothes stores!' Jubilee says.
'No, the weapons stores!' Typhoid adds.
'Nah, ya don't want ter go there, Sheila, yer wanna got ter the park!'
'I've always wanted to go see the bulls!' Angelo adds.
'Nah, those ideas all suck!' Wade says. 'Let's go hit the bars!'
Betsy hits him with a glare.
'Or we could do that later.'
They all decide to go on a shopping trip, much to Jubilee's glee.
***
After their daylong shopping trip, they all decide to get ready to hit the bars. Wade and Betsy are presently sitting in the car, waiting for the others. One by one, they exit the hotel and get into the car.
'Are yer sure this is a good idea?' John asks. 'If we're gonna go to a bar, we're gonna get drunk right? Who's drivin?'
'Me!' Wade adds. 'I've got a healing factor, I can't get drunk!'
'Just a few rules before we leave.' Betsy begins. 'No drinking games and NO Strip Twister!'
'Spoilsport!' Wade pouts.
***
The car containing the gang pulls up outside a bar. The outside is lit up by a large neon sigh depicting a scantily clad devil girl dancing.
'Ooh!' Wade grins. 'The Belles of Hell, sounds like fun!'
'Wade, you are such a perv!' Jubilee groans.
'Betsy seems to like it, don't ya Cute Buns?'
Betsy just rolls her eyes and walks in.
'Less talking, more drinking!'
As they walk in, they all look around at the club; there is a large dance floor in the middle of the club with several bars along the walls. Jubilee and Angelo head straight for the dance floor.
'You guys grab a seat while me and Betsy get the drinks.' Wade says.
The couple walk up to a nearby bar and Wade gasps as he recognises the woman behind the bar.
'As I live and breathe!' he gasps. 'Kitty Pryde!'
Kitty spins around at the sound of the voice and drops the vodka bottle that she was refilling.
'Aw hell, Deadpool!'
TBC...
Part 10: BLEW World Tour
By
The Uncanny R-Man
Disclaimer- I own nothing, it all belongs to Marvel, damn them!
Shout Outs-
Dark Jaded Rose- Watch out for more wackiness with Wade dressing up soon! Thanks for the review! * Kiss * ^_~
Risty- Glad you got the references! Look out for more soon! ENJOY!
***
As usual Wade is the first to get up. He walks out of his room, pulls on Betsy's purple silk robe and goes to check on the mail.
'Bills, bills, junk, bills. Ooh! Free sample of shampoo, bills, bills.
He throws the bills in the trash and goes to get some breakfast.
***
The rest of the BLEW gang are sat at the breakfast table eating. Betsy turns to Wade and starts talking about holidays. 'So where do you want to go for our anniversary?'
'I didn't know you guys got married.' Jubilee adds.
'Anniversary of our first date.' Betsy corrects.
'I thought we could go to Canada.' Wade grins.
Betsy snorts in derision.
'France?'
'Ha!'
'Thailand?'
'I know what your game is, Wade Wilson, and the answer is no!'
'Well that's me out of ideas!' Wade sighs.
Typhoid then chooses that moment to speak up.
'You know, I've still got some of that money left that we got from Bullseye. Why don't we go on a Round the World trip?'
'Yeah!' Wade grins. 'That sounds cool! Whatta ya say Cute Buns?'
'What do you mean we?' Betsy asks.
'You don't expect to go on vacation without us do you?' Typhoid grins.
'Yeah, sure, you can come along too!' Betsy sighs.
'Watch out everyone!' Wade yells. 'It's the BLEW World Tour!'
***
'Are we there yet?'
'No!'
'Are we there yet?'
'No!'
'Are we there yet?'
'NO! Wade, you're the one driving!'
'Oh!'
Wade quits and concentrates on the road.
'Where are we goin' anyway?' John asks.
'Chicago.' Angelo answers.
'I thought we were goin' on a World Tour?'
'We're gonna travel around America first.' Jubilee answers.
'I wanted to go to Australia!' John pouts.
'Don't worry Johnny!' Typhoid smirks, patting John's head. 'We'll get there eventually.
***
The shiny new DeadMobile (also brought with Typhoid's money) pulls up outside a swanky looking Chicago hotel and everyone steps out.
'Whoa!' Jubilee breathes. 'Are we gonna be able to afford to stay here?'
'How much money have we got left, Typhoid?' Wade asks.
'Fifteen mil!'
'Hommina...'
***
Later, after everyone has got to their rooms and unpacked, Wade lies back on the bed in his boxer shorts with a pleased sigh.
'This is the life eh, Cute Buns? Swanky hotels, expensive champagne, chocolates...'
'Sexy nightgowns!'
Wade sits up as he sees Betsy walk in from the bathroom wearing a sexy looking purple negligee.
'You like?' Betsy asks.
'Uh-huh.' Wade manages to say.
Betsy leans closer and kisses him.
'Happy anniversary lover!'
'Happy anniversary Cute Buns!'
***
In the room next to them, Angelo is sat up in bed watching the TV while Jubilee gets ready for bed. Angelo switches to a random wrestling show and gets comfortable. He doesn't even look up when jubilee walks in wearing a nightgown not unlike Betsy's, but yellow.
'You ready for be Angelo?' Jubilee coos.
'Uh-huh.' Angelo grunts.
Jubilee just rolls her eyes at Angelo's ignorance.
'Hello, scantily clad female, ready for sex!'
Angelo still ignores her, engrossed in the TV. Jubilee pouts, then she gets and idea. She leaps at Angelo, knocking him off the bed and begins to smother him with kisses! Needless to say, the TV is forgotten.
***
John has just got comfortable in bed when someone knocks on his door. He mutters as he goes to open it. Typhoid Mary stands at his door clad in a slinky black silk robe with a bottle of champagne and two glasses in her hands.
'I just wanted to see if you wanted a night cap.'
'Yeah sure, come in Sheila.' John says, welcoming her in. 'Make yerself comfortable.'
Typhoid sits down on the edge of the bed and pours the champagne into the glasses. She offers one to John.
'Thanks luv.'
'Cheers!' Typhoid says, clinking their glasses together.
'Cheers!' John adds as they both down their drinks.
'So.' Typhoid begins. 'A former villain turned good huh? You ever fought Daredevil?'
'Once.' John answers. 'Needless ter say, I got beat.'
'Been there, done that!' Typhoid sighs. 'I fell in love with him once. Well, one of my multiple personalities did.' She then moves closer and places her hand on John's thigh.
'You got a girl, John?'
'There was this Sheila in Westchester but nothin' ever came of it.'
'Why?'
'I died.'
'Oh! That musta sucked!'
'Pretty much, yeah.'
'So you're single then?' Typhoid continues.
'Yer could say that, yeah.'
Typhoid moves closer and kisses him. John returns the kiss and lowers them both back onto the bed.
***
The next morning, the gang are stood in the main foyer of the hotel, deciding where to go.
'I say we hit the clothes stores!' Jubilee says.
'No, the weapons stores!' Typhoid adds.
'Nah, ya don't want ter go there, Sheila, yer wanna got ter the park!'
'I've always wanted to go see the bulls!' Angelo adds.
'Nah, those ideas all suck!' Wade says. 'Let's go hit the bars!'
Betsy hits him with a glare.
'Or we could do that later.'
They all decide to go on a shopping trip, much to Jubilee's glee.
***
After their daylong shopping trip, they all decide to get ready to hit the bars. Wade and Betsy are presently sitting in the car, waiting for the others. One by one, they exit the hotel and get into the car.
'Are yer sure this is a good idea?' John asks. 'If we're gonna go to a bar, we're gonna get drunk right? Who's drivin?'
'Me!' Wade adds. 'I've got a healing factor, I can't get drunk!'
'Just a few rules before we leave.' Betsy begins. 'No drinking games and NO Strip Twister!'
'Spoilsport!' Wade pouts.
***
The car containing the gang pulls up outside a bar. The outside is lit up by a large neon sigh depicting a scantily clad devil girl dancing.
'Ooh!' Wade grins. 'The Belles of Hell, sounds like fun!'
'Wade, you are such a perv!' Jubilee groans.
'Betsy seems to like it, don't ya Cute Buns?'
Betsy just rolls her eyes and walks in.
'Less talking, more drinking!'
As they walk in, they all look around at the club; there is a large dance floor in the middle of the club with several bars along the walls. Jubilee and Angelo head straight for the dance floor.
'You guys grab a seat while me and Betsy get the drinks.' Wade says.
The couple walk up to a nearby bar and Wade gasps as he recognises the woman behind the bar.
'As I live and breathe!' he gasps. 'Kitty Pryde!'
Kitty spins around at the sound of the voice and drops the vodka bottle that she was refilling.
'Aw hell, Deadpool!'
TBC...