First name Agent, last name Washington (![]() ![]() @ 2018-01-27 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2018 january, ~25 points, ~~agent washington (freelancerwash), ~~agent york (freelanceryork) |
Who: Washington and York
What: Drinking and catching up
When: Saturday night
Where: Lou's
Warnings: TBD
Status: Closed/On-going
It didn't take much asking around to get directed to a bar called Lou's when Wash and York decided to have some drinks. Wash had at least scoped out the residence they'd given him a key to and stashed his armor and most of his weapons. It didn't appear like many people went visibly armed here and he'd spent enough time in jail after Project Freelancer collapsed.
Jail was still better than what had come after but he wasn't going to think about that right now. Right now he had to try to wrap his head around the fact that York was there. Wash had answered the rescue beacon for York and taken Delta and his healing unit. The same healing unit that was still wired into his armor now. But York was up and running around, which was great, but confusing, and maybe made him a little guilty too.
Wash had seen the lighter Carolina had picked up from the island and knew where it came from. He'd never said anything to her about it because he liked his teeth and he really hated pissed off awkwardness which is pretty much all that would come of trying to talk about it before she was ready. Sarge had asked if her mother was some sort of silver back gorilla on steroids and he wasn't that far off on Tex. And Carolina didn't have much better of a temper!
It didn't matter, the happiness at seeing York there when he walked up to the door to Lou's put a grin on his face and wiped the rest of it out of his mind for right now.
"Seriously, it is great to see you." He was a little too close to hugging York right now. "Let's go get some drinks.'