Engineer was sitting at the workbench in his workshop. A small lamp illuminated a letter, and Engineer was chewing his pen about what to write. Several times, he went to write something, but thought better of it before pen touched paper. Sitting there, in his workshop, Engineer completely lost track of time. The Texan jumped when he heard a voice behind him.
"What'cha writing, Truckie?" asked Sniper.
"Nothin'." answered Engineer, shoving the letter beneath several blueprints.
"Well, if it's 'nothing' that's keeping you occupied, Demo and I were wond'rin' if you'd have a drink with us down at the pub."
"Sure thing."
Engineer got up. Ever since the end of the Robot Wars, only he, Sniper, and Demoman stayed in contact, and lived close to each other in Teufort. Scout had gone back to Boston, Heavy had gone to the USSR, Pyro and Medic were arrested for civil disruption and illegal surgery respectfully, Spy vanished, and Soldier had ended up in an asylum.
Demoman was waiting outside Engineer's workshop, drunk as usual and slumped against the wall. Sniper shook Demoman, and all three went down to their favourite pub, the Teufort Arms. Sniper and Engineer strolled in, while Demoman staggered in.
Several hours later, and after downing a significant portion of BLU Streak, the former mercenaries staggered out. Demoman was spewing nonsense, Engineer's intelligence was temporally reduced, and Sniper thought everyone was his best friend.
Laughing their way down the road home, their merriment was interrupted by the most arrogant man on their old team.
"Gentlemen, I find your drunkenness appalling." stated Spy.
"Big head. Mongrel." returned Sniper, who started sniggering, followed by Engineer and Demoman.
"You're a long way from France, boy."
"Ya alley-skulking backstabber!"
Spy sniffed, muttered something French, and cloaked.
"Spies. Useless." grumbled Sniper.
The three slunk their way home, slurring goodbye when they went their separate ways.
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