Deadpool chugs the drink that was put in front of him just as the others started to enter the bar. One thing the drink did that surprised him: It got him drunk. Like, really drunk. Drunk enough for him to stay drunk for more than five seconds. He lets out a belch and grins rather sloppily as it starts to sink into his system. The waxy bartender looks in surprise. He wasn't dead yet. He sighs and puts the money in the cash register nearby. "Well, you survived. Have fun not paying for it, I guess." He resigns to the back, proceeding to polish glasses with a towel he had on his arm. Deadpool stumbles off, exhilerated that he actually got drunk. He starts mumbling random things and generally making other people displeased that he existed.

Maxwell saw the other Avatars coming into the bar, and sighed. They always managed to find him. He walks over to a group of what looked to be pirates, and leans on the wall close to them. "Hello, gentlemen. I have a deal to make with you all."