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Teacher's Lounge, Thursday

There was a dance coming up and, like all dances, this dance would needs responsible, adult chaperones.

...

Hopefully the adults would be on their best behavior that night and there would be no shenanigans or tackling or anything else of that nature. Fraser wasn't hopeful but it wouldn't be a dance without shenanigans, he decided.

Fraser posted a sign up sheet in the lounge for those teachers that wanted to attend the dance as a chaperone tomorrow. He also brought in some coffee and baked good for those teachers that just needed a bit of a break from the daily grind.

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"You know, I forgot this place existed," Deadpool remarked, making a beeline for the coffee.

"Your memory is the first to go when you get old," Fraser quipped.

"Heeeeey! I'm only, like... a decade or two older than you!"

"That's quite a bit older," he said and laughed. "Don't worry, you've still got your figure."

"You could bounce quarters off this ass!" Wade insisted, twisting to look at said body part.

"Have you ever tried that?" Fraser wondered curiously.

"No." Wade considered that for a moment or two. "Have you?"

"I have never tried to bounce quarters off of your rear end, no," he answered, taking the question literally.

Which begged the obvious question in response. "...wanna try?"

HE WAS CURIOUS, OKAY?

"....yes."

HE WAS CURIOUS TOO.

"I would."

And the lounge was empty!

"It's like a really gay Mythbusters," Wade said gleefully. "Although, they do have those mustaches... so it's a mildly homoerotic bromancey Mythbusters."

"I look awful with facial hair," Fraser said, digging into his pocket for a quarter. "Is there...a proper way to do this?"

"Maybe a five o'clock shadow?" Wade suggested. "Huh. I don't think there's a way around this without it being kiiiiinda dirty."

"Well, we'll just have to explain that we're performing an experiment to see if your rear is really that good," Fraser explained.

Wade gave him a look.

"Somehow, I don't think that'll help."

"Really?" He thought it sounded good. "Maybe no one will walk in and that won't have to be addressed."

Looking from the door to him, back to the door. Fraser. Door. Fraser.

"Fine. But if anyone thinks we're having a torrid affair, I top."

"Oh my god, never leaving my brain," Fraser groaned.

"You like it," Wade said with a grin. "And, c'mon. I'm much more masculine than you."

"I refuse to admit or deny that," Fraser said. "The searing mental images are enough."

"And yet we're going to bounce stuff off my ass!"

"Shush," Fraser said, "and bend ov--"

Oh dear.

"See!" Wade replied, looking smug. "Gay."

"Do you want me to bounce this off your rear or not?" Fraser asked, holding up a quarter.

Wade sighed and bent over the table. "I am so much more manly than you, by the way."

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