Rolling his eyes, Derek just sat back in his seat, watching the pair of them snark back and forth at each other about literally nothing. He had no idea what Mal was up to, but it wasn't really like they could throw around accusations just now. "Would you two please find something else to whine at each other about, Clint stop being a child, Sam stop pouting." They were ridiculous.
"Is that before or after you fall flat on yours? You know, you spend more time drunk than sober now. Should we be worrying? Starting an intervention? Burning all the booze?" Probably impossible to actually get away with that, considering people really needed it around here.