Pretty Pink Flowers : Poolverine x OC

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Faye had slammed back 4 1/2 tequila sodas and was having the best night with her new handlers.
Logan would call for the bartender to make her a fresh glass after every drink she finished, and Wade ( who was Wade Winston Wilson Wasted / Quad W if you're nasty  ) was working overtime to ensure she always had enough water to ease the inevitable hangover she'd suffer tomorrow.

Wade was enjoying watching her inhibitions melt off of her. She was so warm, so inquisitive, and so fucking giggly. Logan had made a joke about the Deadpool suit smelling like brand new sneakers and she just about fell out of the booth they were now sharing. And when Wade would do anything she found amusing she'd throw her head back consumed with laughter, and sometimes she'd snort on accident. It made both Logan and Wade crack tiny side smiles every single time.  Though Logan would immediately return his mouth to its signature straight line. This girl was cute, and yes she was charming. But this is Wolverine, he's not going to go soft just because the way she's looking at him across the table is making his heart drop in his stomach.

"So if I jammed a knife in your leg, it wouldn't hurt?" Faye has been slurring questions at them for over an hour. What should be annoying is adorable when it's coming from her.

"It would hurt but it would heal. Plus, I like a little pain." Wade had said that with the intention of sparking a memory for Logan (which it definitely did) but this piques her interest too.

"Like a kink?" She giggles at her own question, pink spreading across her face.

"Occasionally, princess. Now you've been asking us questions all night, we want a turn."

"What do you want to know?"

Wade starts wracking his brain for anything that he could ask her. What is she wearing under the suit that leaves absolutely nothing left to the imagination? How does she feel about delayed gratification? Could she use her plant powers to hijack a Sweetgreen?

"Ohmygoood I love this song." Faye slinks out of the booth to go dance in the middle of the bar to Nelly Furtado's Say it Right.

Great fucking song.

No one else in this bar is dancing but her. The men can't tell if she hasn't noticed or if she just doesn't care. The way she's rolling her hips and running her hands through her hair is so captivating they can't help but just stare at her wordlessly. Both of them growing hard underneath the table.

"What do you think of her?" Wade asks with his eyes still glued to her body dancing under the dim light. Logan relocates his stare from the girl to Wade. He has never seen him be so captivated by someone (other than himself ) and as attracted Logan is to this girl, he always puts Wade first.

"She's alright. Yappy, like you." Without breaking his gaze from Faye, Wade puts a gloved hand on Logan's upper thigh. Reassuring him that this new interest is in no way a replacement. Just an addition.

The song comes to a close and Faye saunters to the bar and Wade can see her glossy lips say the words "tequila soda" and he leans forward to meet the eyes of the bartender. Wade lifts up his mask and mouths to him " give her water or I will kill you." He nods and gives Faye a glass of water with a cocktail straw and a lime. Fortunately, she was so wasted she had no idea.

"So what's the game plan people?" She asks as she stumbles back into the booth, this time sitting next to Logan. "Can we take the Marvel jet to New York tomorrow? I'll have to get that Pilates mom next door to keep an eye on my plants." Her words are coming out of her mouth so quickly and so connected, it's amusing both of them as they watch the drunk little gears turn in her drunk little head. "FUCK! I have to take Oswald with us. He gets nervous on flights. What if he dies and then I have to resuscitate him AGAIN? He's going to have to relearn all of his tricks and that is just so time consuming."

"Who the fuck is Oswald?" Wade tilts his head in confusion. Surely if she had a pet he would've noticed, given all of the snooping he did in that house.

"Is that your cat or something?" Logan's voice is gruff but now with a bit of playfulness. Faye looks up at him with big glassy eyes and puts a gentle hand on his arm. He ignores how he can feel electric currents zip through his body.

"He's my Venus fly trap."

There's a beat of silence but it's interrupted by the laughter erupting from her new friends. She crosses her arms over her chest and pouts.

"Baby, I promise you we will do everything in our power to ensure that Oswald makes it to New York unscathed." Wade leans across the table and boops Faye on the nose. He felt a shred of guilt for poking fun at her, which was not normal. This girl was tarnishing his badass demeanor.

Logan had noticed an energy dip in Faye. "Maybe it's time we get you home so you can rest, bub."

"Why? I'm not tired at all." The second half of that sentence was spoken through a yawn. They take that as their sign that it's time to tuck her in. As they all get up Faye keeps stumbling over her own feet. Wade shakes his head with a chuckle and effortlessly flings her over his shoulder.

"We're gonna take you home baby. Is it okay if we spend the night? They didn't give us a company card to spring for a room at the Hilton." He readjusted his hold on Faye, afraid she was going to blow chunks down his back. He now carried her bride style which he thought was really cute.

It was.

"Mmmm of course you can," she nuzzles her head into his neck. "But I only have the one bed."