Deadpool was at Sister Margaret's, poking fun at the deadpool now that he pretty much couldn't die, and stirring up the usual trouble when his phone went off again.<br/>"Someone's popular today." He fished the device from his pocket and checked the message. "Ooo, someone's trying to act all big and scary." He turned his phone for Weasel to read. "he's got his own turf, but I guess you could also call this place my turf." Putting his feet up on the bar stool beside him he typed in his own reply.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It's a date ;)</span><br/><br/>Shoving the phone back in his pocket he swiveled around and watched a brawl taking place between two other regulars.<br/>"Hey Weasel, where the f*ck is Gotham?"<br/><br/><br/>"New Jersey!" Wade let his face fall into his hands.<br/>"What's wrong baby?" Vanessa's hands trailed across his back as she sat beside him.<br/>"Business as usual." He leaned over and kissed her, snuggling closer on the couch. He had left the bar earlier that evening and had spent the better part of his time finding this goddamned city. "I have to go to New Jersey for a client. Just my luck." Vanessa took the laptop from Wade and looked over the sight he was currently on.<br/>"Oh I'm sure you'll find someone to make it worth your while." Wade could hear the suggestion in her voice.<br/>"But I bet you'll be keeping me on a short leash?"<br/>"The shortest." With the laptop forgotten, both made for the bedroom...if Wade was to go to the States he would make this last night home count.