imagineagentwash:

Imagine Wash barging in on Donut’s wine and cheese hour. He grabs a bottle, downs everything that remains in it, and leans on the table, catching his breath.  Calmly and deliberately he straightens, sets the bottle down.  He gathers up what is left of his dignity, gives the Reds a measured nod and turns to go.  Before he can even take a step, an explosion in the canyon shakes the base. Grif silently pushes his own wine glass across the table to Wash, who tilts it back, sets it down with more force than he had the bottle, then strides through the door, already screaming for Tucker.  Behind him, the Reds lift their glasses in a mock salute before falling out of their chairs laughing.