Drabblething from a bit of the Wash/York AU I write with a friend. She’s much better at York at me, but I couldn’t resist the mental image. Context is that York’s an AI (and currently a chip in a clone body) and partnered with Wash and on a mission but otherwise irrelevant. idk this is ridiculous.
This, Wash thinks, is why they never go out to eat.
Not that this is going out to eat, per se. No, going out to eat would involve an actual restaurant, not a drive-thru York had insisted they stop at, utterly refusing to take anything but yes for an answer and all but forcing Wash to pull in, because this was the best goddamn chain in the world and he hadn’t seen it in years. Wash disagreed on just about every count, but he has very little control over these things, and when he finds himself with his head pressed against the steering wheel as he listens to York chirp orders into the speaker he can’t help but wonder how his life got to this point.
“—and I want that kickass honey dip stuff you guys make. Like double.”
“Will that be—”
“And I want a large — no, wait, do you do extra large? Double large? Wash, what’s it called, the big one.”
“Right, value. Sooooo I want value size fries and a value size chocolate milkshake. With extra sprinkles.”
“Do they even have sprinkles?”
“Wash, everybody has sprinkles.”