Jesse sat at the bar; finger tracing the carvings in the wood of the bar. The clanking of ice cubes faintly clanking in the glass.

He took a drink,

"So this is it, huh?"

The whiskey was cold, water droplets fell down the side of the glass.

Hanzo watched him as he drank. He sipped his own drink too and glanced at him.

"If by 'this' you mean being a hero, then yes."

Jesse smirked and downed the rest of his drink, slamming the glass on the bar table.

"It ain't too excitin' is it now?"

Hanzo almost rolled his eyes,

"I suppose not when you compare it too your gang. But it is honorable work."

" 'A' gang. I ain't with them no more. Don't spout that nonsense either, this's a job, not much more to it."

"We protect people. That is our duty. I suggest you take this more seriously, cowboy"

Hanzo stood from his stool, visibly upset. Jesse pulled a cigar from his pocket then reached for his lighter. He lit the cigar and put it in his mouth only to release a puff of smoke. He leaned over, looking at Hanzo,

"Bein' mad don't look too good on you. Why not try and gimme a smile?"

He smirked and flicked ashes into his glass.

"Matter of fact, I don't think I ever seen you smile. You're real quiet like too. D'you ever have fun or is that not something ninjas do?"

"Do you ever act appropriately or is that not something that cowboys do?" Hanzo said in a stern tone as he sat back down.

"It ain't polite to answer a question with a question. I thought Mr. Stone Face would know that." Jesse chuckled. He liked pressing Hanzos buttons. Maybe if he played his cards right, he could get a smile from him.

Hanzo glared at him and took another sip of his drink. He didn't often drink but today the cowboy had everyone join him at a local bar. It was simple, neon lights hung on the walls and a group of old men played poker in the corner. It was late and most if not all of the others had gone home. Jesse saw him drink and put his hand under the glass and tipped it farther back, pouring more alcohol into Hanzos mouth than he expected.

He coughed as he half choked it down.

Jesse burst out laughing.

"What good is a cutie that can't swallow!"

He continued to laugh. Hanzo got up from his stool and swatted Mccrees hat from his head.

"Do not toy with me, cowboy." He said angrily. He ignored the use of the word 'cutie' and left the table.

"Hold on! Aw come on, you're not actually mad are ya?" Jesse laughed through his statement.

He watched Hanzo exit the bar and disappear from sight.

"Damn you for taken everythin' so damn seriously." He picked up his hat from the ground and went out after the disgruntled man.

"Leave me be. You are becoming to be a pest, and you smell of smoke and whiskey."

"Don't be that way. B'sides, usually when someone calls ya cute ya thank them. Way to ignore that'n. I could almost say that I'm hurt" Jesse dramatically grabbed the shirt cloth near his heart.

"And I can say without a doubt that you are drunk."

"What if I am? You gonna drive me home?" Jesse reached his arm around Hanzo, putting all oh his weight on the man. Hanzo quickly removed his arm and took a step away, he really did smell.

"It is not legal to drive while drunk, so I do not have a choice, do I?"

They got into Hanzo's car. It was sleek and clean with tinted windows. It smelled nice too, atleast, it did before Jesse plopped himself in the front seat.

"Throw the cigar away please."

"Do I gotta?"

Hanzo glared at Mccree. He got the hint and flicked it out the window. Hanzo then buckled himself in and turned on the air. Jesse fiddled with his seat belt. He threw the car in reverse and backed out of the parking lot and took off.

"Am I taking you back to the Overwatch base or do you have another room you are staying in?"

Mccree leaned over the center console,

"I was thinkin' I could go wherever you're goin'."

Hanzo shifted in his seat. He could feel Jesse's breathe he was so close.

"I am going to my apartment."

"I'll go there too then."

Hanzo shook his head and chuckled.

"Why wouldn't I want a drunken idiot in my apartment?"