[Wash stills completely when the bartender shouts. Can't have one fucking thing without it getting ruined. Of course.]
[He listens, silent and unmoving, as the bartender continues to yell and Greg stammers his ignorance. He remembers meeting Elsa, however briefly; same lack of control over magic, but a lot less collateral damage here. It's only when Greg addresses him that Wash stands and turns to face the bartender, clamping a hand on Greg's shoulder. It looks like a friendly gesture; in reality, there's too much pressure for it to be just that. Whether it's meant to tell Greg to shut up or to keep Wash grounded is debatable.]
Look. We want to be here about as much as you want us here, but right now, that's out of everyone's control. We're just trying to make the best of it. Any intentional magic will be outside, but this was a...happy accident that saved you a little money on decorations. Right now, we're going to finish our drinks, and we're going to leave. Is that okay with everyone?
[The words sound friendly enough; Wash's tone, however, is all contained violence with nothing but a thin veneer of manners keeping it at bay, promising Bad Things if the answer to his question wasn't a resounding yes. It wasn't as easy as the short, snappish anger that was his usual response to irritation, but he couldn't access that right now for some reason. Intimidation, he could do.]
[Congratulations, Greg. This is the kind of friendship you've gotten yourself into.]
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[He listens, silent and unmoving, as the bartender continues to yell and Greg stammers his ignorance. He remembers meeting Elsa, however briefly; same lack of control over magic, but a lot less collateral damage here. It's only when Greg addresses him that Wash stands and turns to face the bartender, clamping a hand on Greg's shoulder. It looks like a friendly gesture; in reality, there's too much pressure for it to be just that. Whether it's meant to tell Greg to shut up or to keep Wash grounded is debatable.]
Look. We want to be here about as much as you want us here, but right now, that's out of everyone's control. We're just trying to make the best of it. Any intentional magic will be outside, but this was a...happy accident that saved you a little money on decorations. Right now, we're going to finish our drinks, and we're going to leave. Is that okay with everyone?
[The words sound friendly enough; Wash's tone, however, is all contained violence with nothing but a thin veneer of manners keeping it at bay, promising Bad Things if the answer to his question wasn't a resounding yes. It wasn't as easy as the short, snappish anger that was his usual response to irritation, but he couldn't access that right now for some reason. Intimidation, he could do.]
[Congratulations, Greg. This is the kind of friendship you've gotten yourself into.]