"Yeah, that's silly. Naming things! Pssh!" Wash said in vicious agreement. His plastic dinosaurs that he once had were definitely NOT named.
It was actually the morning, which meant it was even easier for them to find a seen in the, oddly, all day open bar. The sun, however, did run a good protest against it being morning. It still hadn't started to fall from its stuck position since yesterday.
The other guy was buying so Wash didn't debate about the drink choice and swirled the drink around a little as the dark haired man spoke.
"03-K64-Firefly, transport ship. Called Serenity," Wash said with obvious pride. "It's a space ship," he added.
"But, it's not exactly my transport anymore," he continued, and sipped the whiskey and a purse to his lips. "I can pilot just about anything, though. So...y'know...if you have anything you need piloting..." He took another sip. "I'm your guy."
He was itching for some flight, even if it was limited. Being on the ground so long, it wasn't his "thing" anymore.