[ Wash has had about enough. The coping techniques he'd developed in the Realm of Dreams weren't applicable, as they namely relied on friends he'd made who weren't here, and the coping mechanisms he'd developed during Freelancer were hard to slip back into, given how far he'd come since then. He'd thought about heading down into the underground to be alone and try to clear his head; the roiling mass of shadows that had met him when he'd headed down there had convinced him very quickly that that was not a good idea.]
[So he'd found a bar. It wasn't the best solution - he could take the edge off, sure, but he couldn't ever really forget, even when he was drunk - but it was a solution nonetheless. Of course, nobody in the bar looked too happy to see him - surprise, surprise - so he took a seat next to the one guy who hadn't immediately expressed his displeasure when Wash had walked into the room. The beer was cheap and terrible, but Wash was beyond giving a fuck.]
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[So he'd found a bar. It wasn't the best solution - he could take the edge off, sure, but he couldn't ever really forget, even when he was drunk - but it was a solution nonetheless. Of course, nobody in the bar looked too happy to see him - surprise, surprise - so he took a seat next to the one guy who hadn't immediately expressed his displeasure when Wash had walked into the room. The beer was cheap and terrible, but Wash was beyond giving a fuck.]