Deadpool shows up, in his usual costume, and the first thing he does is walk over and slap pete with all his might. "YOU! You just made me lose my only love life! You, you!" He was surprisingly unwilling to spew profanities, instead he just throws up his arms and storms off. "I'm gonna go try to drown in booze. Catch you cock blocking scum another time." He goes off, mumbling and kicking things and generally being in a bad and sour mood. He ends up in the same pub as Maxwell, as it was the closest one to the shore. He hails the bartender, and says "Hey, buddy, you do tabs?" The bartender, a slight man with a curly mustache and waxed hair, was polishing a mug. "Yesiree, that we do! Just, we have a deadline for these things you know, and a limit of fifty worth of drinks. Not much, but that's because we've had troubles with individuals in the past, hope you understand." Deadpool nods, and says "How much is the strongest drink you've got?" The Bartender says "Sir, if you can down the strongest beverage we have, i'll pay for it myself. You don't seem the type that can handle his alcohol, if you don't mind me saying." Deadpool looks up, smiles, and says. "Oh, you're on. Give me your best shot, mustache boy." The bartender was slightly miffed at that nickname, but poured and slammed down a pint of a strange yellow fluid.