Shut up, Wash, seriously. Epsilon snags the bottle of vodka and pours some of it in his glass because if Wash is drinking it, it's gotta taste okay. And it's definitely better than whatever the fuck he'd just tried.
"..Ugh, okay, maybe I should let someone else pick for me in the future, at least until I figure out what's good."
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"..Ugh, okay, maybe I should let someone else pick for me in the future, at least until I figure out what's good."