gunsforhire | log: bar post #something

"So far as I know from that Nida kid Theta hangs out with, it's a one way thing," Delta waves Church's comment off. "And I wouldn't want to be that far away. I'd have trouble with a long weekend away from my family."

Partially because of the ire it would provoke, no doubt.

What, is it some sort of secret or something? C'mon. "That surprises literally nobody, Delta. Actually nobody."

Delta glares at his older brother for that.

"Where are our drinks?"

Not exactly, but he hasn't told Delta yet and admitting it now is going to be... weird, especially when he'd tried to not be recognised as Other Wash. "You might end up somewhere terrible anyway," Wash says. "I mean, middle of a war or something."

"I sense in you much hostility, young grasshopper." He strains one out in front of Delta, shakes another up and pours it out for Wash. "Patience comes to those who wait. ...Wait, that's not it. Booze comes to those who wait, though."

Sometimes Church is the best of his siblings, and sometimes the most frustrating. Delta isn't even sure which this time is.

"Thank you anyway, even if I don't want patient."

Oooh, language. He takes his drink, sips, and nods in approval before addressing Wash's point.

"See, thing is, this Nida kid apparently did or something. Got ninja skills. Church, you ever see that video online of that guy fighting the air with the mop? Some people did edits to make him fight stuff? That's the kid. Weird. Anyway, says he came out of a war, so guess this place is only comparable terrible."

"Sometimes patience is overrated," Wash says, bug he takes a sip of his drink. Church is actually damn good at this. Definitely a better bartender than a solider.

He chews idly on the straw while Delta explains. "Not being constantly ready for combat is pretty nice. Shame kids get sucked into that kind of bullshit though."

"True art is never rushed." C'mon guys.

As for the some other kid that apparently fell through portal-land: "Man, at least we don't have that shit working against us. Who wants to deal with, like, galactic wars and shit like that? Who has the time?"

"You could throw drinks at them," Delta teases his older brother.

"I don't even want to think about combat, okay? It's just scary."

"Well, if you stick a rag into a bottle of whiskey and light it, you have a molotov cocktail so..." He just wouldn't trust Church's aim.

"It is scary," Wash agrees. "And then sometimes it's... boring. Tedious. War involves a hell of a lot of sitting around not doing very much." That had surprised him once he'd hit the front lines, how little he ended up doing.

"Let's maybe not talk about burning alcohol in the middle of a bar unless I'm the one setting things on fire."

"Former UNSC?" Delta asks Wash, because it sure sounds like it.

Wait... "You set alcohol on fire?" Delta asks his older brother. "Why?"

Wash nods. "Yeah. I was a marine. I'm done with them." After everything he's seen, is it surprising that he doesn't want anything to do with them?

"Cuz...it's a thing you can do with high proof stuff on top? It looks cool." Duh. "Probably not as cool as shooting shit in space, but."

"Wow," Delta says, a bit awed. A friend who was a marine, and one who was a air force pilot. Lucky him. But his awe is for Wash, not Church. Who he wishes would go away. He wants to talk to the relative stranger.

"Not as cool, Church. Not even."

Wash shrugs. "It's really not as cool as it sounds. Lots of boredom interspersed with moments of mind-numbing terror, and officer incompetence."

He shakes his head. That's a bad train of thought. "Do you drink it while it's still on fire?"

"Wha- no, of course you don't drink it while it's on fire. You've seriously never seen me set something on fire? Which one of you wants a flaming drink?"

"Him," Delta says, pointing cheerfully and quickly at Wash. This is an instance where years of training at 'not it' is good for you. "He does."

Wash blinks, gapes a bit. "What? Why am I getting volunteered?" he protests and sure, maybe he shouldn't have been so hasty.

"Fine. Let's see this flaming drink," he says, flashing a grin at Delta. "You're calling the ambulance if it sets me on fire."

"You realize you don't...you don't actually drink it while it's on fire. Unless you're drinking through a straw, then that's okay. Or if you're really brave, and by brave, I mean stupid. I'd definitely lose my job if I let you drink it WHILE on fire."

But he starts layering the shot until the everclear sits nice on top. Then he lights that sucker up and slides it in front of wash.

"Hold on a couple seconds, then blow it out. Woo, playing with fire!"

"Shhh, he won't," Delta giggles in that way drunks do as he focuses intently on Wash and the drink. "It's bluish-green. Good sign. Good colors. Go on, drink it."

This is an experience, definitely.

Wash would point out that he has done way dumber things in his time, but it's probably best not to point it out when Church is making the drink.

"It's pretty looking," he agrees as he takes it. He let sit burn for a moment and then blows it out before downing it in one go.

"Holy fuck," he ends up gasping.

"I mean, it's mostly for show, but sometimes the heat does alter the flavor a bit. I could get something to sprinkle overtop for a nice little sparkle show, buuut..."

He laughs a little at the reaction. "Refreshing, huh?"

Delta stares at Wash, not sure how to take that. "Good, bad?"

His attention turns to Church again. "What was it?"

"Jesus Christ, I think it stripped the skin out of my throat and nose," he says, but he's grinning. "It's like when you have a really strong mint, except alcoholic and on fire."

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