gunsforhire | Log: All The Small Things

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Log: All The Small Things

Who: Wash (OU) and you!
What: Wash has completed his first job as a mercenary and is out to celebrate it
Where: Out and about in town, picking up some better equipment, and then to the Eagle and Asp for a drink
When: Afternoon to night 29/11
Warnings: None so far

It hadn't been the most glamorous of jobs, but any notion of glamour had been beaten out of him practically the day he'd enlisted. The important thing was that his first job as a registered mercenary had gone well and that was the first step to being able to take care of himself without having to rely on other people. Sure, it would take a few more jobs before he felt comfortable, but it was a start.

That was cause enough for celebration, right?

His first step is to head out to a supplier to stock up on equipment. Nothing fancy for now, but enough to get him started. A good gun or two, and a solid combat knife.

There's other things that he needs, an almost overwhelming amount, he realises now that he has the money to start thinking about it. Clothes that aren't fatigues or armour, and there's so many different kinds that it takes him far longer than it should to pick out what he needs.

And once that's done, he heads to the Eagle and Asp for a drink. It feels appropriate somehow.

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"I think you're going a bit overboard there," Wash says, just a little awkward by the implication. He's pretty sure his usualy demeanour makes sure that people don't want to come near him.

He nods and goes to try on the sweater next, and once more comes out for Delta's approval.

See, that's more appropriate. Sure, it outlines his shoulders which are nice and other than that he's quite happy with a bit of the way it hangs off of him. Good.

Delta smiles warmly at that look. "Very good. I think that's going to do good for you. I can already tell the tailored shirt would be perfectly good."

He doesn't think he can handle that on him. "I think it's going well with this."

It's comfortable, is the more important thing. Easy to move in. Loose enough to conceal a knife, maybe even a sidearm. "Yeah, I think so too." It's good to have outside approval for this, to know that it will fit in without being too conspicuous. And now he has a baseline for what to buy in future.

"I might as well try the tailored one as well." He was here now and that one looked a bit more formal.

He comes out of the changing rooms a moment later, looking to Delta for approval. The cuffs feel tight and restrictive but he thinks they're supposed to be that way.

It's been a while since Delta had a scarf at the same time as being embarrassed. He's wrapped the scarf he's going to buy around his neck and seeing Wash again in another shirt that is so nicely suited to him and fitting well... He ducks into his scarf a bit, hiding the faint blush.

"It's very good. You should get them all, of course. And I don't even work here, so it's not like I've got a commission riding on it or anything."

For a moment, Delta looks about as awkward as Wash feels. There's something about the way he stands, half buried in that scarf, most of his face hidden for a moment.

"I will. They'll set me up for a decent amount of time." And he can just buy duplicates of those. "You should let me buy you a drink. To say thanks."

"There... is a smoothie place near here," Delta says, staying buried in his scarf. "But you really don't have to. Anyway, now you know the sizes, and you can get things like these in different colors and slightly different styles. I should... uh... let you look for socks and other stuff."

Wait... he promised shoe help. "Would you like help with shoes?"

"I'd like to," Wash replies. He owes him for the help, and he's curious now that he knows he's one of the Ais. "Socks and stuff like that I can probably manage, and I'll grab a pair of boots." For the security work. Yes. That made sense.

"I guess... I'll leave you to it," Delta says a bit shyly. "I... could go just wander around while you get the last things you need."

If the guy wants to buy him a smoothie he'll take it. He hasn't had lunch today. He's... been hiding.

Wash gives a short nod to that. "Yeah. Sounds good. Meet me by the checkout in ten minutes?" Everything else he needs, he is fairly sure that he can just pick up easily. It isn't as though he needs feedback on his underwear.

Delta nods and heads off, glad that he isn't being asked to give feedback on underwear. So he heads off to the register to buy his new scarf. Once that's done he has them remove the tags and settles the scarf back around his neck and is happy to have the protective barrier of a scarf restored. Then, of course, the only thing he can do is wait for...

He doesn't have this man's name.

Oh god what is wrong with him? How could he make that mistake again? God his life is a mess."

The rest of the clothing is easy enough to pick up. A few packs of socks and underwear and a leather belt. He grabs a pair of black gloves too. He misses wearing gauntlets and the temperature controlled environment of his suit.

He pays quickly and gets his purchases bagged up. That is a lot of bags. He doesn't think he's ever owned so many clothes at one time.

He spots Delta nearby and heads over to him. "Done."

Oh, here he is. Delta smiles and nods at him. "I didn't get your name. Or give you mine. I'm Delta... I'd offer my hand but yours seem pretty full."

Oh right, he hadn't introduced himself. So this is Delta. That is... not exactly what he was expecting. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. But Delta had always been the most... computer-like of them, except Gamma. The one who seemed the most content with his identity as a computer program. Albeit one that had been so attached to York it had intended to die alongside him.

"Wash. I'm called Wash. Nice to meet you."

"Wash?" Delta asks, shocked. Now that he thinks about it, he can see see something familiar about the man.

"You're..."

He's so confused. Washington should recognize him. They had talked relatively recently. What... was going on here.

"I knew you were familiar but... you don't recognize me?"

Should have lied. Should have gone with David, even if there's a squirming discomfort in telling people that name. It doesn't feel like his anymore. Should have made up another name.

He gives Delta a confused look, shakes his head. "No. Should I? I mean, I've only been here a month or so but I've usually got a good memory for faces."

"Huh?" Delta asks, so very confused. "But..."

This is all just... weird. "You're... sure?"

Because now that it's been said, he does recognize Washington's face, even if it's hard to believe. He wants to reach out and touch it and... Oh, well, he's figured it out.

"Is this just another ploy from Florida to fuck with me? Because I'm tired of that."

"I'm sure," he says bluntly. He sighs and sets one of his bags down before running a hand through his hair. He'd actually been enjoying himself and now that was fucked because of this world's Wash. And yes, he knows that's unfair but right now, he can't help but resent him.

He rolls his eyes. "If someone was that determined to fuck with you, their plan is full of holes and generally not very good." A chance meeting while shopping that relied upon Delta offering to help. That was ridiculous.

"I'm sorry," Delta says softly, looking away. "You just... look an awful lot like someone I know who is, coincidentally, named Washington. My life is just weird enough for something like this to happen, though."

He shakes his head. Maybe this guy is a mercenary who is trying to elbow in on Wash's life and he had the misfortune of running into the guy. That was... bad.

"I should go."

"I'd hope that no-one would look this exhausted," he replies, giving a wry smile. And he knows that his double doesn't. He's happy. He gets to have that.

"I thought we were going for a drink. You really have helped me a lot, and I'd like to get you that if nothing else."

"You do understand that it is quite alarming that you happen to look quite a bit like an acquaintance of mine and you claim to possess the same name, do you not? For a normal person that would be upsetting enough, but given recent family history and the current mess that my life is, your presence is either a truly cruel prank by a man I know because he is irrationally upset over my recent break-up, a ploy to take over the identity of my acquaintance, or you intend to cause harm to said acquaintance or to my family as you are a mercenary being paid to do so."

Delta crosses his arms over his chest and gives Wash a less than amused look.

"Considering that, would you trust you in my position?"

Wash shrugs, shoulders slumping a little. "I don't trust myself anyway so I can't exactly comment. And I won't- I'm not going to force you to do anything. I know what betrayal feels like." From both sides if he's honest with himself. Neither of them felt good. "But I've got no interest in hurting you or your family or taking over anyone's identity. And I really know nothing about any breakups. That's between you and your ex."

He looks away, sighs. "But whatever. Look, the smoothie shop is just up the street, it's broad daylight. My arms are full of shopping bags. It's crowded. You don't even have to stick around once I've bought your drink."

Okay, so... maybe the guy has a point. And perhaps he can accept that. If the man was going to kidnap him, well, Fuck it. Who cares. At last he nods a bit.

"Alright. I don't promise to stick around," Delta says. "But I won't help you carry the bags. I'm sorry, I just won't."

Wash relaxes, just a little. He does want to repay Delta for helping him. And he'd enjoyed talking to him honestly. It had been easy until he'd told him his name. Delta had always been the AI that he got on best with.

He picks up his bags so they're taking up both of his hands. "If it makes you feel safer, that's fine."

"Honestly, it does," Delta admits. "Though really, if you're anything like the Washington I know... well, I guess it wouldn't help me."

He's allowed himself this one moment, this smoothie. After all, the guy was nice. But Delta has to question why he found this man attractive when he hadn't considered...

Right, he hadn't met Wash until after Maine. Okay. He gets that. Or maybe it was just how lost he was. Delta can't help but notice that he's looked toward people who need help lately.

"He a soldier too?" Wash asks blandly. He's curious despite himself, about what other people might think of the other version of him. "Trust me, it's really hard to shoot when your hands are this full." He could do it if he wanted to, but anything that helped to set Delta at ease was a good idea.

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