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Faculty Party, The Danger Shop, Thursday afternoon through evening

Invitations had ~~handwavily~~ gone out to all Fandom High faculty:
Party on a cruise ship in the comfort of our own shop!
Thursday, May 3!
The Danger Shop!
Faculty Party!

When the faculty members stepped into the Danger Shop, they saw that it did indeed look like the deck of a cruise ship on a nice, sunny day. There was a snazzy buffet, shuffleboard, deck chairs, a string quartet, and much, much more.

And an open bar.

Above the door leading out of the shop was a banner:

But enough of that. Now it was time to boogie.

[OOC: Post is open all day, huzzah! NPCs are completely free to mod. And, um, sorry about the egregious punnery inside the OCD. This is pretty bad even for me.

ETA: Also, if there are any terrible typos or other general errors anywhere, I wrote this at 3:00 AM. You're lucky I strung three words together, let alone a series of painful puns.]

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"Definitely," Fraser said with a nod. He'd already been kissed. What more could happen? Good thing he didn't say that out loud. "You could get my name tattooed on your rear and I could do the same."

Really, he just needs to shut up.

That was... really really weird.

But he still wasn't about to let him win! No way, no how!

Why yes, those would be Deadpool's hands on Fraser's hips, moving closer to him. "Ooo. Marking your property, huh? Nah~aughty!"

"If I have to." Fraser has no idea how it had gotten to this point. Really. No. Idea. "You've already got my hat. Shouldn't you have the whole caboodle?"

Caboodle? Where in the hell had that word come from?

Sounds like someone's been watching too much Disney Channel.

And he knew how it got here. Him and his tempting hat. Oh so tempting... hat-iness.

Wade paused, trying to think of something else to do because this was getting weird FAST. And not the kooky hijinks weird, the Showtime after dark kind of weird.

"Offering?"

He didn't want to back down because then Deadpool would win the hat and...whatever this game was.

"I don't know. Am I?" When posed with a question that one didn't have an answer to, ask a question back to confuse the person!

It confuses the sane people. Deadpool? Not so much. "Dunno. Are you?"

"Perhaps we'll have to examine the semantics of the sentence to find out if I was offering." WHAT? "Possibly the answer lies in there."

"Ooo, talk of proper grammar, such a turn on." Deadpool wasn't even sure if that was supposed to be serious or not. This was weird.

This was weird. "If someone speaks in complete sentences to you, that turns you on, does it?"

"Yes?"

Not. Gonna. Lose. The. Hat!

Fraser blinked. "So, you're a maple syrup loving, hat enjoying, pizza and beer during sex, speak to me in complete sentences and I'll take you to the moon kinda guy?"

"Sure, why not? I am pretty good with my mouth..."

Fraser decided to see if he could catch Deadpool off guard. "Really? Prove it."

Later, when Fraser was alone, he'd bang his head against a wall.

Arashi walked up behind Deadpool with a raised an eye brow at how close the two were. "What are you proving? And please say it doesn't involve blowing things up."

Wade paused. Well...

"Something along those lines at least."

"He hasn't proven anything though," Fraser said, blinking. "So, no harm done, nothing blown up."

"Yet," Arashi chuckled with a smirk and ordered a drink. Yes, it was fruity...shush. "Though if it's something involving fireworks that could be fun.

"No, no, those happen at the end."

"If you do it right," Fraser said, just a little bit challenging.

Arashi blinked and then frowned as a rush of jealous anger ran through him. Wait... why the hell did that make him angry? It shouldn't have!! He didn't think anything about Deadpool!

Right? ......fuck.

The ninja raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Okay, now I have to know what you were going to prove."

"And it would be done right," Wade shot back, pointing gleefully at the hat. "Just a friendly competition over this baby."

"That he lost," Fraser said, trying to swipe the hat back.

He stared blankly at them. "You were betting over a hat?" Maybe it was the coming from a completely different culture, but he didn't get it.

"It's a mountie hat!" Because that so means something.

"Nuh-uh!" Deadpool replied, holding the hat behind his back. "I won it fair and square. Not my fault you were so distracted."

"You cheated," Fraser said. "You distracted me unfairly. And it wasn't even a GOOD distraction."

Again, challenging.

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