[ Between Wash's shot and his own, Maine misses most of that expression. But the answer? That gets a groan that sounds suspiciously like, "Fucking future."
[ (Hey, he's not unaffected by the alcohol.)
[ Then Maine stares at Wash. Come on. Lay it on him. ]
no subject
[ (Hey, he's not unaffected by the alcohol.)
[ Then Maine stares at Wash. Come on. Lay it on him. ]