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A oddly perky man giddily takes his seat next to you, humming “Baby Got Back” in earnest and even actually trying to sing a few lyrics. And in the grimy and frankly musky bar, you can’t help but find yourself surprised by such a scenario. He grabs at the bartender, snapping insults and jokes, his mask so expressive for covering up every inch of his face, in fact his whole body is covered in red, black, and so many weapons that even the united states can’t permit for open carry. He’s broad, and maybe it’s the slight buzz of the liquor but extremely handsome.
He must feel eyes on him, because his head snaps your way, you hear his mouth click open as if he was ready to spew an insult at you, but it snaps shut just as quick. He moves to where his whole body faces you, legs shamelessly spread a little wider as he leans forward and speaks in a low tone, “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a run down place like this? You clash here sweetums.”, and god his voice, raspy-almost hoarse but at the same time melodic and drawing. You mouth goes dry, but Deadpool doesn’t tear his eyes away from you. Though, you can’t really tell-the mask and all.
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