[ wash still doesn't know much about pietro, but at the same time, he knows quite a bit. just from their interactions so far, specific as they might be, his stubbornness and pride, arrogant to his own detriment. in the days after their last encounter wash had kept an eye on him from afar how he could ( a few days where seemed to never leave his apartment, which was maybe understandable, and after that seeming normal ) just to make sure that he didn't really go too far too quickly. now, back at jolene's, wash immediately spots him slumped over with an empty bottle of fa too much brandy with his fingers stained with what wash belatedly identifies as barbeque sauce, wash comes to a simple and very quick conclusion about what pietro might be looking for.
he steps up to the table, dressed plainly as always in a black shirt and jeans, and without greeting him simply reaches over pointedly to pick up the bottle of brandy, turning it just enough to check the label, looking back at pietro, briefly noting his rapidly tapping foot. impatient. always impatient. ]
Looking to get fucked up, Pietro?
[ maybe there's a good reason. maybe not. doesn't really matter. they may sate it in different ways but this is a need that wash understands, and he reaches down to grab him by the chin, fingers curved under his jaw, thumb pressed to the corner of his possibly barbeque-sauce stained mouth. ]
I can do that for you.
[ better than the alcohol. definitely better than the chicken wings. ]
no subject
he steps up to the table, dressed plainly as always in a black shirt and jeans, and without greeting him simply reaches over pointedly to pick up the bottle of brandy, turning it just enough to check the label, looking back at pietro, briefly noting his rapidly tapping foot. impatient. always impatient. ]
Looking to get fucked up, Pietro?
[ maybe there's a good reason. maybe not. doesn't really matter. they may sate it in different ways but this is a need that wash understands, and he reaches down to grab him by the chin, fingers curved under his jaw, thumb pressed to the corner of his possibly barbeque-sauce stained mouth. ]
I can do that for you.
[ better than the alcohol. definitely better than the chicken wings. ]