I bet Maine keeps talking shit about everyone to their faces all the time since nobody can understand him. He’s MST3King everyone all the time in the meanest way possible, and all they hear is “grgjnordgln”, except for Wash, who has to keep himself from shrieking with laughter about ten times a day, and gets in trouble for it sometimes (and everyone thinks he’s neurotic, because dude keeps laughing for no reason).
/Meta’s found himself in the training room. Again. Beating the everliving crap out of another random dummy. You know people should at least have the common courtesy to TRY not to piss him off./
/In the past few months, Key’Esop had made herself really quite scarce, she had been quite busy infact, away doing what she was best at. but now she was back, for a while at least, she headed down to the training room to get a bit of a run around/
“Shalom, it’s been some time…”
/For all of about a minute he ignores her as he literally rips the arm off the dummy. Its already severely out of its original shape before he does that./
The darkened break room had a single projector hanging from the ceiling, stuck on with duct tape and the sheer force of will on York’s part. He had been the one to suggest a movie night, and was quickly backed up by North and Maine, with Wash following a little more skeptically, wondering if he’d wake up with a hangover the next day.
[ oh my god this is the most ridiculous thing i’ve ever written. Based on this. ]
The first thing Wash is aware of is the fact that York is very, very close. Mostly because he can smell his breath.
He can’t actually remember what all they drank last night — they’d started out with the IPA York had snagged on his last trip down to the planet, having charmed them out of the brunette behind the bar with, as he had claimed repeatedly, his “dashing good looks.” Wash still wasn’t sure how York could have looks with only one eye, but it wasn’t half as funny when he tried to crack that particular joke.
(He blamed it on the alcohol.)
The IPA had quickly turned into a round of poker with drinks, and then Maine had come in with a twelve-pack Wash really didn’t want to know the origin of, and eventually North had come out to see what all the noise was, and South always complained when he tried to play cards without her, and— well.
It was a wonder any of them made it to their rooms that night, really, and apparently, neither Wash nor York had. At least, he thinks the couch is underneath them, considering all he can really feel is York’s lumpy ass underneath him.