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[ yo what's up, Omega. York is in a shiny brand-new suit of armor, bought right in Omega, rather than her usual clunky old Freelancer armor. It's a hell of a lot sleeker than what she used to wear, that's for sure, and she looks pretty damned pleased about it.

But not just about the armor. York's grinning for an entirely new reason today. ]

Everybody settling in all right? Good, 'cause I've got some good news for the thirsty crowd. I just got myself a new job at a bar here in Zeta District, servin' drinks. And this weekend we've got an extended happy hour special goin' on, so if you're looking for a drink, then I highly suggest hauling your ass over to The Quad. I might even slip you a free drink for the trouble.

[ She actually winks, grinning and showing teeth. She tosses her hair out of her face with a quick shake of her head. ]

'Course, if you're more interested in the home security market, I'm still available for installs and upgrades. But I figured it was time to move on up in the job market. Besides, I mix one hell of a Dirty Shirley.

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man, do you have any idea how much of a jackass you look right now? i needed new armor, sue me. i think it looks pretty good.

[ yeah now he's just gonna roll his eyes. ]

Well yeah you look good, you look-- well, really good, and--

[ aaaaaaaand now he's actually thinking back to that video post and. yeah.

yeah. ]

[ haha wow it's a good thing York shut her own video feed off because wow ]

really, wash?

[ yeah he's gone and flipped off his because HAHA NO THIS IS JUST GOING FROM BAD TO WORSE.

...not that text is much better here. ]

well

that's not

i mean

i didn't mean it in a bad way!

well that much is clear

i'll see you later, wash.

i

yeah

ok

[ York decides to just leave it at that and not give Wash any chance to further embarrass himself. God knows he's doing a good enough job already. It's not like she's all that surprised, but come on, man. Seriously. This is your roommate you're talking to.

Done with the network for now, she sits down in the living room to clean her guns. Seems like the appropriate thing to do, what with the new armor and all, and she's got a few minutes. ]

[ Wash had been on his way home anyway, but he takes his time getting there -- he's still not sure what had possessed him to say that, of all things, and he'd really rather not think about anything of the sort. No need to. Nope.

Course, any hope he had of York being out of the house is dashed when he does head inside, but the real cruelty of it is that York is still wearing the fucking armor.

Which means that he ends up standing in the doorway like a deer in headlights. ]

Uh.

Hi.

[ York glances up at Wash as he walks in, raising an eyebrow, but that's about all she does. She figures she's gonna give him the benefit of the doubt and a chance to forget about how unbelievably awkward that was. It's not like weird shit doesn't happen sometimes. She can live with it. As long as he stops looking at her like that. ]

Hey. You get all your errands done?

[ See, he really wants to look away-- he does -- but she looks -- well, if she'd looked good over the holoscreen, she looks damn good in the flesh. It's been a long, long time since Wash has felt anything close to those particular urges, but as much as he tries to squash them down it's not as easy as he'd like. ]

Uh-- yeah. Got some new... stuff.

[ jfc wash pull yourself together

Both of York's eyebrows quirk up, eyeing Wash and the "new stuff" he's got with him. ]

Yeah, I see that. What kinda stuff, exactly?

...Stuff.

[ Yeah, this isn't getting any easier. He has the decency to look away, at least, and though he knows he could just look down into the bag, there's no way he's going to admit to being that distracted. He can remember what he bought. He has a good memory.

One that is going to stick with him for a long whi-- fuck. ]

Just-- you know, things. For the apartment. That I had to get.

Uh huh.

[ seriously Wash could you be any more obvious

York finishes cleaning off her rifle and moves to reassemble it, the metal parts clanking and sliding against each other. ]

Hey, man, it's not like you've gotta show me a receipt or whatever. Whatever you need to buy for yourself, it's not like I need to do know all about it.

[ because the last thing York needs in her day is Wash trying to explain the purchase of any personal items. That's his business, man. ]

[ Actually, all he had to buy was toothpaste, but he'd gotten held up looking at some of the higher-end toothbrushes available. Why anyone would need one with mass effect fields is beyond him.

Not that he can articulate that right now. ]

Yeah. I-- I know.

[ PAUSE ]

So, uh... I mean... how's the armor working out for you?

[ wash you are hopeless ]

[ Christ Wash she is trying but you are really insistent on making this uncomfortable aren't you ]

Uh -- pretty good. Y'know, haven't had anybody shoot at me yet, but I got a feeling it'll hold up.

[ York slides the clip into her rifle, the last piece, and examines it casually. ]

Gotta say, though, it's a hell of a lot more maneuverable. Doesn't pack quite as much of a punch, but man, it doesn't need to.

Yeah, I can, uh, tell.

[ nope nope nope DEFINITELY NOT GONNA LOOK AGAIN okay maybe for half a second and then NOPE not looking. NOT LOOKING. ]

Well-- good.

[ ... ]

I'm gonna-- go.

[ York only glances at him briefly before her gaze returns to her rifle, because god this is painfully awkward. Wash. Please. ]

Yeah, uh, probably not a bad idea.

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