Wade Wilson

Guys, guys! It /finally/ happened! *slams the stick down on the table, throwing his hands up* BAM! We're having tacos.

—shot, his mask half rolled-up. He was on the second one before he noticed the girl staring at him. "Take a picture." Wade suggested to her.

—head started leaking past his lips. Mental illness was a daily struggle, but he counted the days he got out of bed as a win. Wade downed a—

—of places. Worse come to worst, he'd just get smashed and take an Uber back to his hideout. #OpenRP

He wandered downtown to a bar that accepted masks and decided to try his luck with one of the groupies that usually hung around those kinds—

Wade was bored. That usually led to no-good, but in this instance Wade was also annoyed and it would /definitely/ lead to no good.—

—water toward his growing need. "That's pretty safe…" he said, kissing him again.

—groin when he felt Peter's semi-hard member in his hand. "/Ecstatic/." He told Peter with another kiss.