Scout's head pounded. Where was he? Why did his head hurt? Why did he feel like he'd been stomped on the head by several elephants? Why was Demoman next to him.
"'Ey... Demo..." He shook the Scot, who rolled over drunkenly, and nearly smacked Scout on the head with his empty bottle.
"Ah... My head hurts... What'd we do last night, Demo?" Scout mumbled, placing a hand on his head. It felt hot, but he didn't feel sick. In his other hand, he left some fabric, curved like a hat.
Scout budged his eyes open and saw that it was Sniper's hat. Shit.
"Holy fuck! What the hell did we do, Demo!?" Scout was wide awake instantly, holding the hat in his head, and staring down at the Demoman, who was sitting up, rubbing his head with his free hand.
"I 'unno, lad... I feel like I spent the night with Soldier smackin' me on the head with tha' shovel 'a his." Demo responded, rubbing the top of his head now, looking around. They were in the drainage pipe below the RED base on Teufort, but why would they be there?
"What the- Did me and Snipes... Do somethin'?" Scout wondered aloud, dropping that hat to the ground, looking at it in disgust.
"Nah, lad, if ye did, yer ass would be in severe pain right now. Is it?" Demoman replied, looking around for his shield that he usually carried with him.
"Nah, but... Why would I have his hat?" Scout still wondered, looking at the Australian's hat.
Then it all came back to him.
Yesterday, near midnight, RED Base rec room.
Scout slammed down the drinking glass and looked to Demo and nodded. Demo poured another shot into the glass, and Scout downed it again, slamming it back to the table once more, shaking the table.
"Ya know what, Demo? We-We should do this more o-often." Scout said, smiling at the Scot across from him. The Scot was drinking his share as well, and looked like he was going to keep going, Scout was determined to outlast the tough Scot.
"Aye lad, ye be a good drinkin' buddy!" Demo raised his bottle to the sky, and Scout raised his. They knocked together, spilling a bit on the table, but not as much as to worry.
"'Ey, y-ya know what I hate about th-that BLU Spy?" Scout asked, thinking of the BLU Spy. Oh, how he disliked that man.
"Amuse me, lad." Demo replied, looking around. The only other occupant of the room was Engineer, who was nearly asleep over at his working table.
"That Spy... He's always disguisin' as th-the doc, ya know? Always doc o-or Pyro. 'C-Course I never spycheck Pyro 'cause he's my b-buddy, ya know?" Scout thought of the Pyro as one of his good friends, and never spychecked him when he saw him. This got him stabbed many times by the BLU Spy.
"Aye, and ye know who I hate of them BLUs? That damned Engineer... Always puttin' 'is sentries where we can't get to the intel, it bugs me to no end, me friend." Demo slammed his fist down on the table, and looked at the doors to the mens' rooms. Oh, how he'd love to march over to the BLU base right now, and give those obnoxious BLUs one for...
"I see an idea in that head a your's, Demo." Scout said, glancing over at the Engineer, who had now nodded off to sleep.
Scout was worried now. Had he and Demo gone off by themselves to the BLU base and tried to get them back, and instead been tossed down here and left to drown after being beaten?
"Oh, that was some night, lad." Demo stood and stretched his legs before turning to walk back up to the base through the pipe.
"I still can't figure out what happened..." Scout sat and continued to think while Demo went up to the Base. Scout had to know what happened.
"I woul'n't worry 'bout it, me boy." Demo said before walking through the pipes, his boots echoing back to the troubled Scout, who was sitting, fumbling with his dogtags while trying to salvage his memory.
Then another fragment came to him.
"How smart was it to attack us at night, huh maggots?" The BLU Soldier's voice leaked into the Scout's ear as he opened his eyes. He was being held by him and the BLU Demoman. Off to his left he could see the BLU Sniper and Pyro holding the RED Demoman, and it looked like they were still in the BLU Base.
"They're wasted beyond me..." The BLU Demo muttered, looking at the bottle attached to the side of his leg.
"Mmm-hmph." The Pyro muttered.
"Good idea... Maybe they would drown if we left them down there." The Soldier said again, a smile creeping up on his face. Scout was looking for any sign of his other teammates, but he couldn't see them.
"Alright mates, let's get this done." Sniper piped up and Scout began shaking, as they hurried to exit the base.
Oh God, oh God, oh God, had they been captured and left to die? Holy Hell, had Scout and Demo led their team to their downfall in their drunken state, and then been left to drown themselves in their own sewage pipe?
"Oh, shit... We messed up..." Scout muttered. He had to tell Demo, even though the Scot would probably dismiss it, and leave Scout to himself. That would mean he would be alone in his efforts to save his teammates if his suspicions were true.
A/N: So, yeah, that's the plot. Demo and Scout on a drinking binge, and now Scout's trying to figure out what happened. Review if you want, it helps morale, ya know.