gunsforhire | log: bar post #something

"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."

Wash blinks, looking a little surprised at Delta's reaction. He shrugs. "I'm used to being on my own. It's not a big deal. And work was fine. Not that it would have been worth risking my life for anyway. Save that for actual emergencies."

"Yeah, I almost went in to work myself," Delta sighs and shrugs. "People needed help. But whatever. If you're ever in that situation in the future, you're welcome to contact me, okay? I can't guarantee a quick response, or even a verbal one, but at the very least you'll get text back."

It's what friends, do, right? And he's in sore need of friends.

"That's different, if you're actually helping people. Not pulling security detail." Guard duty is boring as fuck anyway.

He gives a small, grateful smile. "Thanks. I'll do that. Some contact with the outside world has to be better than hoping the weather report changes soon. Same goes for you."

"Protecting people is important, it helps," Delta counters. "And if you were protecting things instead of just people, you wouldn't have cared as much about my advice on how to look. So don't dodge me with that."

"Same definitely goes for me. I love the kids, but adult friends would be lovely."

"Maybe I just like looking this good," Wash replies, grinning.

"Never spent much time around kids since I was one. I imagine it's got to be hard so yeah, good to have people not so connected to your personal life like that."

And he does look good, so Delta accepts that.

"It's not something I've had a lot," Delta shrugs. "I didn't have much time to get out in the past. So thanks for an additional excuse."

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