It's quite short, and I think it could be a lot better, but oh well.
Tavish rubbed a hand tenderly over his face, sore and red from the slap that Ada had given him only minutes before. It had been the strangest thing; there she was one moment, full of passion, hot in his arms... and in the next moment, she had tensed up, hit him, and tossed him out the door in just his underwear. The brisk, night air of autumn was more than uncomfortable, it was torture. He high-tailed it to the hotel he had a room booked in, turning over what had happened in his mind, grimacing all the while. He was just glad no one in this town seemed to go out at night.
Ada wouldn't receive Tavish for the rest of the week; she didn't even answer his calls, instead letting them redirect instantly to her chilly voicemail. After trying half a dozen times, he finally gave up, letting the local bars comfort him instead. Whiskey might not have the body of a woman, but it warmed him up a bit, at least.
After the week ended, Tavish was back on base with the rest of his teammates, each of them wearing very different expressions. The Engineer looked pensive, the Scout looked like he'd been on a week-long bender, and the Medic looked happy. Happier than he should ever look.
Tavish cornered him hours later, after the other team had done their best to kill them all, stretching stiff limbs and wavering a little from all he'd drunk that day. "What are you looking so gleeful about?" he demanded, frowning at how scratchy his throat felt.
"My wife called yesterday evening," the Medic explained, his smile glinting as brightly as his glasses beneath the fluorescent lighting. "She was very upset. I had to listen to her screech for hours, it seemed."
Tavish frowned more fiercely than he felt he had ever done before. "You're an asshole, you know that?" His slurring only made his insult more emphatic; or at least, that was what he told himself.
"That's what she said about you." The Medic pushed his glasses up, looking positively demonic. "Or was that what she said you tried to—"
"Fuck yourself," Tavish grumbled, swinging away from his teammate and stalking down the hallway. That was the last time he was going to take advice from the doctor. Why it had seemed like a good idea to ask his lover's bitter husband what to do with her was beyond him. He really needed to lay off the bottle, he thought as he took another swig of Scrumpy.
"...Nah."