A/N - Hello! This is my first multiple chapter fic, so I apologize if it's not the best. But I will try my best to improve as this goes along. Reviews and the like are appreciated, but not required. Now onto the show...
"Every one of you deserves a medal!"
The RED team had just won their third battle in a row, and on a day before a weekend of ceasefire no less. Spirits were high and it was clearly showing.
"Yo, did ya see me out there?! I was flyin'! Those idiot BLUs didn't even see what hit 'em!" Scout talked loudly as he walked next to Sniper.
"Yes, yes. Good job lapin," Spy muttered. Scout paid no attention to the usually offensive nickname and kept bragging. He kept talking even as the team walked into the base.
"So," Demoman interrupted,"who wants ta celebrate tonight?"
"Like, drinking?" Scout paused his story to ask. Demo nodded and the Bostonian immediately agreed.
"I suppose I could," Engineer said. Pyro mumbled yes. "I can bring vodka," Heavy offered. Spy shrugged. "Why not?" Scout nudged Sniper. "Come on man! It'll be fun!" Sniper shook his head. "No thanks mate. I would rather stay in me camper an-" "You will be at the party tonight private!" Soldier shouted. "Fine. I'll come," Sniper knew that there was no point in arguing with the insane American. Demoman smiled. Everyone was coming except-
"Hey doc, you comin' or what?" Scout asked Medic.
"Sorry, but I von't be attending." "But why not? It's always fun to see ya wasted! Remember last time you got drunk and ya-" "I don't vant to drink tonight. I have papervork to fill out. Und you'll need someone to help you vith your hangovers tomorrow," Medic pointed out.
"Do not worry about me doctor," Spy said as he lit a cigarette,"I won't be drinking as much tell others. I'll be enjoying the show."
"Hey! Just because I sing one time don't mean I'll do it again!" Sniper cried indignantly.
Demo started to get drinks ready. "Oh tonight is gun' be real fun!"
Medic laid in his bed. His room was attached to the Medical Bay which, although still connected to the base, was quite a bit away from the center of the house. Still, he could hear music and ruckus come from the living room where everyone else was. He had been in bed for what seemed like hours, the noise preventing him from sleeping.
Medic turned onto his stomach and wrapped an extra pillow around his head. It covered his ears and muffled the sounds echoing through the base. He breathed out a sigh of relief and slowly drifted off to sleep.
