My Not-So Sane Romance

Chapter 8

Harley's POV

"HA HA HA! Aw, Dead, did ya see that? Wasn't that amazing?"

"Hell yeah, Harl. We're almost there, so load up the guns and get ready to go inside," Deadpool said.

This is gonna be fun!

After 5 minutes, we get out the car and run inside the building. I think it was the fanciest place I've ever been in. The room had this gold lighting, and about 7 chandeliers with lots of tables and cloth napkins.

As we walk in, the orchestra on the stage stops and so does everyone else.

All of a sudden, some snooty waiter guy with a thin mustache stops us.

"Hey! What's the big idea here?" I ask angrily.

"Oh, Harley, I don't think I meet the dress code standards here. Wait just one sec." I chuckle as Deadpool reaches into one of his pouches and pulls out a clip on bow tie. "There we go, all better! Now step aside frenchie."

The waiter guy doesn't move, and turns to me.

"Madame, your companion is heavily armed and we are concerned for the safety of our patrons. I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

"Oh boo-hoo," I say sarcastically, "let's go find somewhere else to go, Dead."

Suddenly we burst out laughing.

"You are one funny son of a bitch," Deadpool says while wiping a fake tear away, "but you're in our way, so I'm gonna have to fix that for my sweet little diamond over here."
Deadpool takes out both katanas and drives both of them through the waiter's stomach. Then we hear the collective screams of the people at the tables.

"You did that for me?" I ask.

"Of course I did, my little psycho!"

I jumped up to hug him and went back to execute the plan. As people were scrambling to get out, Deadpool took out some cable and small explosives, strapping them to everyone's hands, and moving them all into the kitchen except for the orchestra.

After I'm finished clipping the phone wires and loading the money, I notice Deadpool is taking a super long time in the kitchen.

What the hell is he doing in there? I already have everything, what the fuck is going on?