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Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds ([personal profile] badinlatin) wrote2005-12-06 10:39 pm
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Mal-Wash, kinda OOM.

Mal loves his flask.

A lot.

It's so pretty, all inscribed with random patterns - intricate ones - of dents and scrapes, scuff marks and chips. And reflecting under the scant light of the stable lamps, the discolored silver throws of interesting oil-slick patterns.

For such things are interesting when it's your second flask full. And there's a bottle by your side you haven't touched yet.

Mal is grouchy.
flybywash: (skeptical)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
He cracks a smile. "Knew there was a reason I was flyin' with you."

Wash takes a moment to set down the glass and roll up his sleeves. There's a small snort.

"I tried being nice," he says. "And understanding, after the not-nice bit. I thought I was doin' fine."
flybywash: (*facepalm*)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
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.
flybywash: (eyebrow)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh-huh."

The pain in his leg's dulled a good bit already. Better take another sip to make sure it stays that way.

"What'd he say to you?"
flybywash: (doing pilot-y things)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
If Wash rolled his eyes any harder, they'd end up halfway across the stable floor.

"Yep." Affecting a snooty Core accent, "'They're my children, and you have no idea what lengths I'd go to to protect my family!' Méiyŏu mŭqin de xiao gŏu. Can't wait 'til we gotta put up with 'em for the wedding. Wandering around the ship...āiyā."

He gestures with his glass, a little too emphatically. "He even touches my stuff on the bridge and I'll clock 'im. I'll do it. I swear to God."
flybywash: (exasperated)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Wash nods, firmly, and raises his glass in acknowledgement.

"You're the cap'n." Gulp. "I can't boss you around, nobody can."

Pause. Scowl. "Bet he's one of those gorram ruttin' back-spaceship drivers, too. Be tryin' to land, and he'll be back there shoutin' out directions."
flybywash: ([serenity] inside: proximity alert)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Wash swats Mal's hand away.

Or tries to. He comes perilously close to missing.

"And I'd -- 'You wanna fly this thing? I'll pull over this spaceship right now!'"
flybywash: (large semi-muscular man)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
More swatting ensues.

"Fine. Fine! You wanna fly?" Wash throws up both his arms, alcohol sloshing over the rim of his glass. "FUCKIN' FLY!"

Determined, as he takes another sip, "And then I'd get up an' go to my bunk. See what he does then."
flybywash: (confident smile)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Absolutely. 'S your ship. But. But my bridge. Yeah?"

Equally smug.
flybywash: ([serenity] through fire)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head. "No no no, she ain't listenin' to me, I'm listenin' to her. 'S just...." More vague gestures. "Knowing. Feelin' it."

A sudden, bright grin, full of pride. "Even River can't hear her, y'know that?"
flybywash: (looking down)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Yeah."

Wash turns a thoughtful look to the contents of his glass, sobering a little.

"Scared the guĭ outta me when I came back an' you said she was flyin'. Thought I was gonna lose my job."
flybywash: (zoe/wash: hands 2)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Wash looks up, eyes bright.

"'Cause 'm not leaving until Zoe does," he says, earnest. "And. And she's not gonna leave, either, s'long as you're there."
flybywash: (crutches)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Say it 'cause it's true."

Wash finishes off the rest of his current glass -- then tilts his head, suddenly, and pokes his right leg a few times.

"Hey." It sounds like he's just had a grand epiphany. "My leg's not hurting."
flybywash: (perfectly innocent)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
"...Hey, yeah."

He examines his empty glass.

Solemn, taking care to enunciate, "This was a good idea. You have lots've good ideas. Thanks."
flybywash: (Default)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
He nods, several times. "Thinking's good too."

With deliberate care, he puts down his glass.
flybywash: (sulky)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Wash shudders. "I don't wanna." Then, resigned, after he mulls it over for a few more seconds, "Zoe'll get worried. But."

A mournful look at the crutches.

"'M drunk."
flybywash: (crutches)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
"You were drinking b'fore I even came in," he protests.

But he plants both hands on the cot, sets his good foot firmly, and hefts himself up.

Frantic flailing to grab Mal's shoulder soon follows. He has enough trouble balancing properly without his crutches when he's stone-cold sober.
flybywash: (*snerk*)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Crutches," Wash decides. "'S why I've got 'em."

He makes a grab for them.

The next attempt to stand goes...about the same, but this time, Wash manages to splay the crutches wide enough apart to keep himself upright.

"There!"

He looks far too proud of himself right now.
flybywash: (*facepalm*)

[personal profile] flybywash 2005-12-09 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
And you don't want to know how long it takes them to get back to the bar like this.

Really.

It's not like they're going to know how long it took in this state, either.