See? Kid knows how to lighten the mood. Some kinda counterpoint to Tex's high-fucking-strung attitude. If he took off his helmet right now, he's be grinning. (It would also be a mostly fake grin, but nobody would have to know about that since he's not taking his helmet off.) He'll throw two together, flipping the jigger around his fingers fancily. Not many ingredients, easy and smooth, as requested.

"Maybe I'll shut my face and let the kid help you work out your short fuse anger issues." Out of habit, he pops a little umbrella in each, and he mentally curses himself because he wasn't going to fucking touch the fucking umbrellas but that's part of the drink it's tropical it gets umbrellas fuck you Washington.