Quick prompt I did to celebrate my 500 followers on Tumblr that someone requested to me. I decided to leave it here on FFN, even though it's hardly worth adding to the Team Fortress 2 archives but, whatever!
Hope you all enjoy this short Demoman and Scout bro-fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Team Fortress 2, Valve does.
Enjoy!
"Aye' lad, dun tell me ya haven't gotten drunk before?" A wicked grin was plastered on Demoman's face, gleefully drinking his moonshine of a toxin he called Scumpy.
Scout, who was sitting next to him on the ratty couch in the foyer, crossed his arms and tried to look imposing with his puffed out chest and tapped his feet.
"Nah man, ma neva' would've let me live it down if I had been comin' home drunk, 'specially since she's always so hard workin'. Wouldn't want ta' disappoint her."
"Oh, c'mon boyo! What mum doesn't know don't hurt her," Miraculously, Demoman purchased another bottle of unopened Scumpy and pushed it into Scout's field of vision. "After all, we won, lad! Take a victory drink for the team!"
Scout stubbornly grabbed the lukewarm bottle of liquor, before letting himself drink in the lively aura of his team around him.
As usual, his teammates were posted all over the rec room. Either by themselves or chatting with a fellow friend- if you could call them that anyways. Bottom line was, all of his teammates were somewhat intoxicated and letting loose, unlike Scout who was what many would consider too far up his ass to have any fun.
Wasn't that usually Solider? Scout thought.
"Whateva' ya say, Demo! I'll take one for the team, but HEY!" He yelled across the room, switching his audience from the drunken Scot to the silent Spy, casually smoking a cigarette in the corner. "I betta' not be gettin' any phone calls from my ma considerin' ya always like rattin' me out, ya freakin' frenchie!"
He laughed it off, enjoying the flip of the bird from the suit-clad Frenchman.
Typical behavior.
"Drink up, lad! I don't usually part with me scumpy for nothin'!" Demoman said, smiling languidly.
"Yeah, bottoms up, ya stinkin' drunk!"
With a tip of the bottle, the strong liquid slid down his throat, sending a kick and burn that Scout wouldn't have otherwise thought could come from a concoction, but hey! Free booze, right?
Again, really short and stuff, but hey! It's almost midnight. Give me a break!