"Sure you can. A regular pain in your ass, I believe I've heard on multiple occasions. And you're obviously forgetting the time Simmons defected to Blue team and we all adopted that ridiculous chore wheel of his."
Actually, Wash hadn't minded that so much and had been perfectly happy following it. But the rest of the team hadn't been thrilled with it. Of course, that was because they were slovenly and generally lazy as a rule and utterly without any kind of military discipline.
Wash had made his offer to leave with good intentions in mind. He knew leaning up against an armored shoulder couldn't be comfortable. The Sim trooper had looked like he was going to pass out at any second. Which just made Tucker's outburst all the more unexpected when the younger man pulled back with a glare and an accusation.
"What? You looked like you were going to pass out, I didn't want you to get a crooked neck." Wash's brows knit together in a confused looking little frown. It was the ex-Freelancer's turn to pull back ever so slightly when he suddenly found himself with Tucker leaning into his personal space close enough he could smell the booze on the other man's breath.
"Tucker, I-" That was about all he managed to get out before Tucker leaned in to close those last few perilous inches of distance and kissed him. Wash knew he should have seen this coming but he was so mired down with alcohol that he hadn't been able to stop it. It took his booze-soaked brain a few seconds to compute the sensation of Tucker's mouth pressing against his and another two seconds to move beyond the generalized realization that it felt shockingly nice. When was the last time he'd actually kissed someone? Mai--no, his brain shied right away from that train of sluggish thought.
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Date: 2016-06-17 04:26 pm (UTC)Actually, Wash hadn't minded that so much and had been perfectly happy following it. But the rest of the team hadn't been thrilled with it. Of course, that was because they were slovenly and generally lazy as a rule and utterly without any kind of military discipline.
Wash had made his offer to leave with good intentions in mind. He knew leaning up against an armored shoulder couldn't be comfortable. The Sim trooper had looked like he was going to pass out at any second. Which just made Tucker's outburst all the more unexpected when the younger man pulled back with a glare and an accusation.
"What? You looked like you were going to pass out, I didn't want you to get a crooked neck." Wash's brows knit together in a confused looking little frown. It was the ex-Freelancer's turn to pull back ever so slightly when he suddenly found himself with Tucker leaning into his personal space close enough he could smell the booze on the other man's breath.
"Tucker, I-" That was about all he managed to get out before Tucker leaned in to close those last few perilous inches of distance and kissed him. Wash knew he should have seen this coming but he was so mired down with alcohol that he hadn't been able to stop it. It took his booze-soaked brain a few seconds to compute the sensation of Tucker's mouth pressing against his and another two seconds to move beyond the generalized realization that it felt shockingly nice. When was the last time he'd actually kissed someone? Mai--no, his brain shied right away from that train of sluggish thought.