A loud groan. "Lăotiān Yé, yes. Least I was being honest when I was a bastard, right? I mean...ain't like I like 'em. Or trust 'em. I'd like to try and like 'em for Kaylee and River and Simon's sake, but if all they're gonna do is start yelling about me not knowing a damn thing when I just tried to explain that -- "

Wash makes a small noise of frustration and punctuates it with another gulp. His glass is nearly empty by now; he rattles it in Mal's direction. "Got any more?"

Getting drunk when the bar's this far away is such a bad idea. Strangely, Wash is starting to find that he doesn't care.