Wash listened to the man with dark hair as he spoke things that made sense and even made his pride swell and he smiled faintly leaning his swelling cheek on the leg of a stool with a dreamy look in his eye.
"You think she would, dark haired fellow with pretty eyes?" he asked, lolling his head up. Drunkenness had gotten the better of him, it seemed.
"Nah, I don't blame you, you!" Wash said and shook his hand at him. "I'm not a man of hate, generally. Current inebriation notwithstanding, of course."