Clyde just smiled. As disturbing as it might have been for Scotty to think of McCoy kissing a man - the man had a daughter! - Clyde gave the engineer a filter of sorts. This was not McCoy kissing a man; this was Ari who happened to have McCoy in her somewhere kissing a man. It was something different. It'd be like Clyde kissing whoever because Clyde was kissing whoever not Scotty. While Scotty thought this through, Clyde just smile, trying to ignore the thoughts running through his mind. He didn't see the problem; she wasn't just Ari, or McCoy, she was McAri? The big guy smiled a little more as Scotty caught that one and laughed himself.
"Well, drink up, friend. Moneybags here has gotten top shelf shit. And we didn' even have to wear a suit and tie to get it." A large hand slapped Joe's back in pride and ready-made friendship.
"Dude, those MTN jobbies are a fuckin' ride. They got those fuckers everywhere?" While she might have been a woman, and it was possible that he might actually tone down the language for a woman/lady present, she wasn't just any woman/lady. Plus, he wasn't talking about the weather; he was talking about one of the few things on the planet that reminded Scotty of home. The glint in the big guy's eyes, a mix of mischief and joy, could have been pure Scotty, but they'd been together so long - whatever idea was brewing was certainly a shared one.