Wash who stood there just radiating that all too familiar air of judgement and exasperation. He had to remind himself that Tucker was drunk and that he himself wasn't exactly sober either.

So letting tempers flare or allowing things to devolve into yet another fight was pointless.

"First off? That makes no sense whatsoever. Second off, people are tired. It's been a long-ass couple of days for everyone." The former Freelancer didn't rise to the bait when Tucker poked him with one bare hand. Somewhere along the way, the other man had pulled off all of his armor and it just served to exaggerate the differences in their height while Wash was standing there in full armor.

Wash was going to blame the weird twisty thing his stomach did when Tucker smiled like that with that look in his eyes on the alcohol.

"Just, try and keep the noise level down to mild bedlam, okay?"