"Because how are women writing it on the MEN'S bathroom stalls?" Duh, Wash. "Unless you're going into the women's bathroom, perv. Didn't know you had it in you."

Two could play that game. He watched Wash drink, hard, deep, and he found himself snickering as he did his own swig. His legs felt heavy, the alcohol nothing, and he was disappointed in the lack of toast. There was no bottle smacking bottle, the only response necessary when one raised a container of alcohol, but he didn't pursue it.

Not when Wash said that. Telling Carolina seemed... not dangerous, even if it should be, but sad. Church and her had been close. They had been closer than Tucker could ever understand, not exactly getting what brought them together, but he hadn't bothered to get nosy; Chuch probably had a crush on her or some shit. But either way, she was going to take it bad. As bad as they were, for sure.

Would she want to come back and drink with them? Maybe. Tucker would let her.

Wash, he noticed, had fucking pretty eyes. Shame they looked so tired all the time.

"I should go with you," he said, setting his bottle to the side, even though he was reluctant to let it go. "I was there, and, like, I knew him the longest, and I can protect you if she gets violent."