"God dammit, I'm bored!" The explosives-obsessed freak with fiery hair cried out, kicking back in his chair and leaning on the two hind legs as his eyes glanced annoyedly around the room. "There's absolutely bloody nothing around to do!"

"Yeah, yeah. We get it, now stop complaining already," Jack retorted in a deep, grizzled tone, his tolerance for these outbursts quickly thinning as they became a regular occurrence.

The other male members of the Overwatch team, confined to the base on a rather quiet night, gave a simultaneously bothered grunt as they stared at each other dubiously. It had been nearly two weeks without a single issue they could actually respond to; apparently, Talon had gone into hiding since the last time they'd been defeated, failing to resurface for the time being. Additionally, the female section of the team had been sent off to a remote Overwatch base somewhere in Asia as part of a "team-building exercise" or something of that nature (to be honest, none of them truly understood it or the necessity, but convenience like that didn't come around nearly as often as they'd wished.) Even the robotic members of the group had been busy in Winston's lab getting modified and reoptimized, spending the entire day working with Torbjorn- who, despite his previous views of the Omnics before, ultimately opted to help his ape-scientist friend out for the day. While this would-be vacation sounds like a well-needed break for the always-working heroes, the various members of the they couldn't help but feel an odd sense of boredom, one that was almost universally shared amongst the remaining members international peacekeeping unit. Of course, there was always the cleaning, training, and networking across the organization daily; all important tasks, but with Winston's Athena A.I. running the entirety of the Overwatch H.Q. there was little to do but oversee everyday operations.

"I think we just need a little music in here to pump up the mood, whaddya' guys think?" Lucio asked with a grin, his couch-lying body sitting up as he suggested the idea.

"Please, no more of that crap. I can hardly stand it on the battlefield, let alone within my temporary home," Hanzo Shimada replied with a dissatisfied scowl, one he'd become known for around base.

"Hey, hey. There's no reason to be rude, is there? We have the base to ourselves, let's not fill it with any more bickering than need be," said the joyful German crusader across the room, who lounged relaxedly in the wide reading chair beside the door.

"Well, it's past noon anyway, ain't it? Why don't we all just calm down with a drink or two?" McCree replied with a smirk, heading over to the small kitchen refrigerator, opening up the smaller compartment beneath the main door as he cracked another eager grin.

"If you're grabbing one, then throw me a drink or two," Jack called out from his spot at the table in the center of the room, catching the two colored-glass bottles as Jesse tossed them lightly over the kichten counter to him.

"Ooh, ooh! Me too, me too!" Junkrat said with another cocky glance around the room, as if surveying it. His silent, large-bellied companion raised a hand as well, as if quietly asking for a bottle of his own, the drink landing in his oversized hand only moments later.

"Well, I wouldn't normally, but...if everybody's doing it, then why not? Let's relax a little," Lucio stated as he caught a bottle tossed in his direction just as well, popping the lid off with the corner of the end table.

Before long, everybody had a drink in their hands. Even the Shimada brothers, whose steadfast personalities put them at odds with drinking such quanities of alcohol, eventually relented and picked up a bottle purely for the hell of it. There wasn't much else to do, so why not enjoy the moment while it lasted?

It didn't take long at all for the various men of Overwatch to drink themselves silly, a symptom of the intense boredom they'd been suffering for what seemed like ages now. They crowded around the center table of the lounge, laughing and drinking as the empty bottles piled and their voices became increasingly slurred with every sip.

"And so I say, 'Leave with one of you? I'd rather leave with both!'" Reinhardt laughs loudly, the rest of the room echoing his joke with heavily chuckling all around. "Ah, but seriously, I did end up leaving with both of those fine Austrian girls. Of course, being a Crusader back in the day had it's perks," he says with a sly grin, one that is mimicked by the men around him.

"Damn, I think I've got plenty of stories like that," Jack says with an uncharacteristically warm smile, leaning back in his chair as the memories seemed to move back through his finely-aged eyes. "Maybe without the Crusader part, at least," he added.

"What? The Soldier 76 has a sexy story or two up his sleeve? Is that even possible?" Lucio asked with wide grin, his voice somehow even more bubbly than usual. The joke even cracked a grin across the quiet face of Genji Shimada, who had only recently joined the table of men and their drunken stories of sexual escapades.

"Oh, it's possible. It's just...part of a different time, not that you younger guys would know," he said with a smirking glance, Reinhardt's heavy laughter filling the room as be patted his friend's back sympathetically.

"Aww, come on! That's somethin' even I'd like to hear," McCree replied, still downing drink after drink like he needed them to breathe. "If ya' don't tell it soon, I'm gonna have to start tellin' some of my stories," he chokes with a grin.

"Alright, alright. Quit whining and you can all get your turn. I'll suppose I'll get to it, then," the older man replied, sitting back before taking another sip of his drink.