[ Wash doesn't drink. He never drinks. Anything that might impair his senses, anything that might loosen him up Wash avoids like it might as well be poison. He finds other ways to relax, and that's part of why he's here -- since that incident, since seeing Maine, he's been throwing himself into training more than ever, and since the interrogations, even more so. The party was maybe a relaxing affair for some, but for Wash, it'd just been. Uncomfortable.
He's glad to be back in fatigues, and back out of facepaint. He has a bit of a smile for York when he hears him, tipping his head in his direction and pulling himself up over the bar once more before he lets go, landing carefully and taking the time to stretch out his shoulders slightly. ]
I'm surprised to see you on two feet. [ Some gentle ribbing. You did drink a lot, but hey, given the facepaint, maybe it was helpful. ] You sure you don't need to sleep in a bit longer?
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He's glad to be back in fatigues, and back out of facepaint. He has a bit of a smile for York when he hears him, tipping his head in his direction and pulling himself up over the bar once more before he lets go, landing carefully and taking the time to stretch out his shoulders slightly. ]
I'm surprised to see you on two feet. [ Some gentle ribbing. You did drink a lot, but hey, given the facepaint, maybe it was helpful. ] You sure you don't need to sleep in a bit longer?