gunsforhire | log: bar post #something

Delta cuts off his conversation with his oldest brother and he turns his attention to Wash. With a smile he waves the man over and when he arrives the greeting is nice enough.

"I've been here for a bit," he answers, gesturing to his quarter finished drink. He doesn't want to get really drunk actually. Not even remotely. So he was happy to enjoy his drink while waiting. "Took some to get off for the night, but I've got an evening to be around."

"Sorry I kept you waiting." He pulls out a bar stool and sits down next to him. "I'm glad. You sounded like you could use some time away." He looks exhausted, like he needs a good week of sleep. Wash can sympathise.

"God could I ever," Delta smiles. "I told you it was rough, but damn, it was worse than that. I just want OUT. And now I am. One of two nights out this week, and then we pack up and maybe move."

"Then I'm glad I could help you make your escape," Wash replies honestly. He knows the feeling of needing to escape, albeit under different circumstances.

"Sounds like you have a busy week ahead though."

"Weeks," Delta shrugs. "But it happens. After that things might even out a bit. Except Charon is releasing a new mod line and I'm going to have to learn that. The helmet industry is never stagnant."

Charon. He knows that name. It's familiar somehow, but more than just being here. He can't place the name though. "Got your work cut out for you then. Good luck with it though. I think you'll do great."

"If there is one thing I can deliver on, it's helmet work," Delta shrugs. That's just his. This is his calling, perhaps his only one.

"I thank you for your confidence anyway."

"Well, I know who to go to if I ever have problems then. Be nice to know the thing's in good hands." It makes sense. Helmet technology suited Delta. "You seem like a competent guy. Why wouldn't I be confident?"

"Thanks," Delta chuckles. "But I'm only learning. You'd be better with my boss."

Good and humble. More or less. "But I don't mind looking it over with my boss watching."

"You don't get to be the boss without being the person learning either." And for that, you need practice. "Well, if I come in, I'll ask if you can watch at least."

"You're kind to do that," Delta smiles. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, even if you have no basis for it."

He had basis for it, just not something that he wanted to get into with Delta. "You just seem like a competent person," Wash replied. "You get a sense for it."

"Competent because I put you in nice looking clothes?" Delta asks, laughing and shaking his head. "You're too kind. But I'm feeling like taking compliments today."

Because fuck feeling bad.

He sips at his chocolate-coffee drink, and grins.

"That's more competent than me," Wash points out with a grin. "And trust me, that kind of competence is much more useful in everyday life than the stuff I'm competent at."

There's a cocktail for him, with the required umbrella and garnished with fruit.

"Cute," Delta notes of Wash's drink. Of course, his has whipped cream and a curl of chocolate on top, so he's not really mocking. It's actually attractive looking. "What is that? Mind if I have a small sip?"

"Tequila sunrise," Wash replies and he pushes the drink over to Delta. "Go ahead. It's sweet. Fruity."

He makes sure to turn the drink and sip from the further edge and when he passes it back he's smiling. "That's pretty interesting. Thank you. Isn't tequila supposed to knock you out quickly?"

Interesting. But not interesting enough that he would want to trade it for his own lovely drink. So tasty. "I want to learn how to make these. Alas."

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"It's a good way to get smashed very efficiently," Wash agrees, "and in a cocktail it actually tastes good." Something that is sadly an underrated quality in many alcoholic drinks. What can he say? He likes the sugar hit.

"Should ask Church for lessons."

"We don't keep alcohol at home," Delta explains. "So learning would be pointless. Plus I think Church likes holding his knowledge about this over my head."

He chuckles at that. This and living in the 'real world' like a 'normal person' are what his brother have over him. And Delta is going to respect that.

"I think I like my chocolate coffee thing. It's a better vehicle for sweet."

"He's that kind of person," Wash agrees. He leans over to take a sip of his cocktail. The sugar probably has as much effect as the alcohol.

"And for caffeine so that's a bonus," Wash says. "Chocolate is always good too, but I like fruit."

"He is," Delta laughs, shaking his head. "As for chocolate, well, it's a rare delight for me anymore."

He smiles and shakes his head. "I think caffeine probably gets me more drunk, right? I like that. Some night, though, the fruit is the best bet. This is just my treat for surviving seeing him again."

'I think escaping that storm and... people is definitely reason enough for a treat." Being cooped up had driven him half crazy and he'd been alone, not with family and an ex-partner.

"Damn right. Survived Mai..."

No, don't say the name. It makes it real. Instead he smiles and sips his drink. "Hope you had good company."

Mai- Easy enough to fill in that name with what York has told him. Maine. He hasn't seen Maine yet. He's not sure he wants to.

He takes a drink, gives Delta his moment to gather himself. "I was on my own."

"I'm so sorry," Delta says, shocked as he looks at Wash. "That's terrible. I hope you at least had an internet connection to watch stuff, and friends to harass over comms. Hope your work wasn't an ass about you not coming in. That can be the worst."

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