No-One But You (The Mystic Consultant) - Part 2
Chapter 5: The Tiger Striped Cat (Part5)

Wade Wilson wrapped up the conversation he was having with his friend Weasel, then he started making his way back toward his home.

Normally, he'd be walking home on his own or chatting with a guest or two. The situation was very different for the talkative mercenary, because his companion of choice wasn't saying much.

Ezekiel Stane had way too much to drink. That liquor hit him like truck, so Wade decided to carry him back to his crash pad.

Ezekiel couldn't really function and he failed to put his suit on as well. His arms were draped around Wade's shoulders, whilethe mercenary held him up against his back.

Obadiah's son had never had a "piggyback ride" before in his life, and he was too drunk to take it in. Wade asked him if he was going to fall at least four times.

He tried to flag down a taxi cab as well, but his outfit made him appear too peculiar. No one stopped for him, so he marched on. Ezekiel was staring at the sidewalk as Wade carried him.

His senses were going haywire and Ezekiel thought his brain was retaining water. He closed his eyes multiple times, but Wade's voice kept causing him to open his eyes.

His home was warm. Ezekiel thought of that once he noticed where they were. Wade took Ezekiel in again and he placed his "date" on the sofa.

The infamous "Deadpool" let out an exhaustive sigh, because his back was sore. He carried Ezekiel all the way from the bar, and it was rough.

Obadiah's son was sweating off all the alcohol and he had his eyes closed. He seemed relaxed there on the sofa tho. Drunk. Fucked up. Wade kept looking at him.

"Did you have fun at least?"

Wade seemed amused. Ezekiel heard him. He processed what he heard, then he turned his head toward his left. Wade placed him in the living room, and…

Ezekiel wanted the two of them to head in a different direction. He kept thinking about going more toward Wade's room..

Did he have fun? Oh wait. Ezekiel figured he'd better answer. Wade watched him open his eyes. He also watched where his focus went. Ezekiel was a little more obvious than he knew.

Wade took a moment, but then he stepped over toward Obadiah's drunk son. If only his daddy could see him now. Wade wondered what he would have thought.

Obviously, Obadiah kept his "silver dollar" in a box, so he'd never end up in such a vulnerable state.

"Do you want to be here right now?"

Wade wanted to know. Maybe, he wanted things to be a little more clear. Ezekiel had been staying at his place for a while, so..

Wade needed clarification. He moved in a little closer, and he kneeled down toward the sofa.

"I want to make sure you're doing what you actually want to be doing."

It was a simple statement. Ezekiel heard everything Wade asked and said. He sat up a little. Consuming alcohol was making him slouch. Overall, Ezekiel wasn't impressed with his first experience of being drunk.

It seemed to elevate certain things. Ezekiel found himself wanting to respond faster, and reveal things as soon as he could.

He didn't tho. He still gave his thoughts some time. He glanced up at Wade, then he quickly looked away.

"I know what I'm doing, and I want to be here."

Drunk or not. Ezekiel had that filthy home on his mind. He wanted to head back to it before he even took the first drink. Wade said something else.

He said he'd be back, because he had a costume to pry out of. Ezekiel understood. He gave the talkative mercenary a small nod in agreement, as Wade left the room.

Chapter: END

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