Owner	Pose
Deadpool	Deadpool burst through the door of Harry's Hideaway with a jingle in his step, his ugly Christmas sweater flashing a garish combination of reindeer, snowflakes, and what could only be described as "the spirit of chaos." He slid into a stool at the bar with all the grace of a man who had no intention of following societal norms. "A round for everyone, Harry!" he shouted, waving a hand with enough gusto to knock over a half-empty beer glass. "It's the season of giving, and I'm giving you all the gift of my presence!" He flashed a thumbs up to the bartender, who was both bewildered and amused. Deadpool's laughter filled the space like a foghorn, and he immediately started humming a Christmas carol... poorly. Deadpool jumped up and began a very interpretive, very enthusiastic dance to 'Jingle Bell Rock.' His hips swiveled so violently that even the jukebox seemed to pause in confusion. "Who knew I could be the life of the party?" he yelled as he spun, knocking a nearby chair over. "And by 'life of the party,' I mean I'm literally the first pose. Where's the karaoke machine?" He gave Harry an exaggerated wink through his mask, as the jukebox responded with a loud pop and a classic rock tune began blasting through the room, drowning out Deadpool's impromptu Christmas cheer. Not missing a beat, Deadpool grabbed a pool cue from the side room and pretended to line up for a game, but his attention span was already shot. Instead, he wandered over to the poker room, plopping down at an empty table and starting a game with no one in particular. "I call... your holiday cheer!" he said dramatically to the empty chairs. He shoved a handful of chips into the middle of the table, making a clattering sound that startled a few nearby patrons. "Who needs a poker face when you've got this much holiday spirit?" Deadpool grinned, his ugly sweater stretching as he reached for another drink, content in the knowledge that he was both the chaos and the cure for this bar's post-Christmas lull.
Rogue	Some times, a little grasp of normalcy was exactly what someone needed. It wasn't like Rogue was the normal 'sad sack' or other that wanted to drink their holidays away. She had a good family, close friends, a home...but she also had a lot of stuff to work at, to fight with, to save people... Tonight she was wrapped in a pair of dark jeans, a leather jacket over her deep-green top and...well, gloved hands nursing her drink. Then Deadpool arrives and she's left glancing up, blinking a little and then shaking her head at the familiar sight.
Deadpool	Deadpool noticed Rogue sitting alone, her drink in hand, and her gloved fingers wrapped around it like it might escape. He'd seen her enough times to know she wasn't the 'sulking, drink-your-feelings' type, but tonight, she had that quiet vibe. He grinned through the mask, "hey, green-eyed wonder, mind if I crash your solo mission of relaxation?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out the chair beside her, dragging it loudly enough to make a few people look over in confusion. "You know, it's dangerous to sit here alone. Someone could steal your drink. Lucky for you, I'm here to save the day," he said with a wink. How the hell did he manage to make a mask wink? As he settled in, Deadpool flagged Harry, ordering up some beef-stuffed Yorkshire puddings with horseradish cream. "Trust me, you're gonna love these. They're like little pockets of joy and fat that are gonna change your life," he said to Rogue, as if the food was some kind of secret weapon. He gave her a playful nudge with his elbow. "No need to thank me, I'm just here to make sure you don't get bored. Plus, who can resist a good stuffed pudding?"
Rogue	"My hero," Rogue's accented tones carried before she lowered the glass from her face. Super-strength, endurance, who knows if she actually -could- get drunk, but she almost certainly wasn't going to be getting there with the half-sipped beer. Eyes look over that mask, her own unmasked face coming to rais ean eyebrow at the order before she shakes her head with a laugh. "What brings you out here t'night Wade? Aside from throwing pudding at people."
Deadpool	Deadpool's mask crinkled slightly as he shrugged, "Honestly? I'm just tired of the same old routine. Christmas, New Year's... it's all a little too... festive for me, y'know? Everyone's all about family and togetherness, and I'm over here just trying to make sure I don't accidentally blow something up. So, I figured I'd stop by somewhere with good food, a jukebox that only plays rock, and a lovely lady who probably won't punch me in the face for existing." He flashed a grin at her, though there was something almost vulnerable in his masked eyes for a moment. "But hey, I'll always take pudding over punching."
Rogue	"Too festive?" Rogue offers lightly before crossing her arm under her bust, leaning the other elbow of the arm holding the drink against the tabletop. "I guess that's fair. Me? I guess that after dealing with someone trying to kidnap mutants for christmas? I needed a drink..." Solo heroics didn't make it less stressful. "An' give it time, I'm sure I could find an excuse for punchin' if it makes you more comfortable."
Deadpool	Deadpool perked up at the mention of punching, his eyes lighting up under the mask. "Oh, now that sounds like a challenge I could get behind," he said with a grin. "But hey, let's not rush it. I like to take my punches slow and savory." Just then, the bartender delivered the beef-stuffed Yorkshire puddings, and Deadpool eagerly grabbed one, pulling up his mask to eat one in a single bite. "Mmm, these are like little flavor grenades," he muttered, chewing quickly. He wiped his mouth with the back of his glove, then looked back at Rogue. "But seriously, sounds like you've had a rough go. I mean, kidnapping mutants? That's gotta suck. You don't have to deal with all that alone, y'know. Just saying, I'm a good distraction, minus the occasional forced dance party." He gave her a wink before diving back into the food.
Rogue	"Wrong place, right time," Rogue offers, the comment about doing things alone bringing a shrug from the southern belle. "Someone got it in their mind to start collectin' people from 'mutant town', bit off more then they could chew because I was right round the corner." She moves, reaching for a spoon. "I guess it was a christmas miracle...of the violent kind." A sip of her drink with her other hand, there's a shake of her head. "I ain't much for dancin'."
Deadpool	Deadpool chuckled, taking another bite of a Yorkshire pudding. "Well, if you're gonna have a Christmas miracle, might as well be the violent kind. But hey, I think you just need the right dance partner to change your mind about that. Imagine us tearing it up on the dance floor, looking way cooler than anyone else in the room." He nudged the plate of stuffed Yorkshire puddings toward her. "In the meantime, let's just pretend we've got all the time in the world to be bad at dancing." He grinned, offering her one of the golden-brown treats. "Trust me, it's easier than punching people."
Rogue	"Dancin' generally means contact, and y'know that's it's own problem." Rogue points out, rolling her eyes at the comment on tearing things up on the dance floor. "Me? I'm happy to settle for a meal, a drink, and a chance to relax. Then I'll probably head back to the mansion, so maybe you're best gettin' one of the usual drunks here to dance with you."
Deadpool	Deadpool took a moment to chew, and then looked at her seriously, though his grin never fully disappeared. "Look, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but if I'm gonna dance with anyone tonight, I'd prefer it to be you, not some random drunk. I mean, come on, who else is gonna match my highly sophisticated moves?" He paused, and then added with a wink, "Though I have heard Harry's got some pretty impressive tango skills, studied it in Buenos Aires. He's my backup if you turn me down. Please don't leave me to that fate."