Wash looked both concerned and mildly horrified all at the same time.
“No, no need to pull out all the stops on the…no, I’m not calling it that and please for the love of God don’t use that phrase again.” Honestly, how Tucker still thought he was some kind of ladies man was beyond him. He’d seen the Sim trooper get shot down so many times by various women in both armies.
It might have been strangely endearing if it wasn’t mired down in so much gross sexism and complete lack of respect for the female persuasion in general. When Wash had found out that Tex had been assigned to Blood Gulch and managed to spend a large amount of time with the Blues, he’d been downright stunned by the knowledge she hadn’t torn Tucker’s dick or any other parts off of his body.
“No, I was more referring to the “Tucker is a terrible lay” variety written all over the bathrooms.” What….had that seriously just come out of his mouth? Apparently he’d drunk more of this hooch than he’d realized. It made his tongue looser and allowed the things he normally kept locked up tight inside of his head to be aired out loud.
“Though please, feel free to never tell me anything more about how you pee or the burning sensation. Some things just aren’t meant to be shared between teammates. That’s more Dr. Grey’s purview.”
Of course, Tucker had to go and drag the emotion in the cramped room right back down into the dumps with his next question. The skin around Wash’s eyes tightened and a grimace briefly twisted at his expression before he found himself looking down at the bottle cupped in his hands. “I dunno, Tucker. I think I’m going to try and finish as much of this bottle so that I can put off that question till tomorrow.” He admitted with rare honestly.
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“No, no need to pull out all the stops on the…no, I’m not calling it that and please for the love of God don’t use that phrase again.” Honestly, how Tucker still thought he was some kind of ladies man was beyond him. He’d seen the Sim trooper get shot down so many times by various women in both armies.
It might have been strangely endearing if it wasn’t mired down in so much gross sexism and complete lack of respect for the female persuasion in general. When Wash had found out that Tex had been assigned to Blood Gulch and managed to spend a large amount of time with the Blues, he’d been downright stunned by the knowledge she hadn’t torn Tucker’s dick or any other parts off of his body.
“No, I was more referring to the “Tucker is a terrible lay” variety written all over the bathrooms.” What….had that seriously just come out of his mouth? Apparently he’d drunk more of this hooch than he’d realized. It made his tongue looser and allowed the things he normally kept locked up tight inside of his head to be aired out loud.
“Though please, feel free to never tell me anything more about how you pee or the burning sensation. Some things just aren’t meant to be shared between teammates. That’s more Dr. Grey’s purview.”
Of course, Tucker had to go and drag the emotion in the cramped room right back down into the dumps with his next question. The skin around Wash’s eyes tightened and a grimace briefly twisted at his expression before he found himself looking down at the bottle cupped in his hands. “I dunno, Tucker. I think I’m going to try and finish as much of this bottle so that I can put off that question till tomorrow.” He admitted with rare honestly.