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Sorry for grammar and yatta yatta. This is my first fanfiction so go easy on me. new and improved edited from~ too

The night seems to drag on and wild. Even so, the former member of overwatch and mercenaries alike take a night to relax for once. A celebration that actually got a little carried away. Unfortunately for one such member, Hanzo, was picked to have this gathering at his home. Though against his wishes. He was not much of a social life. Unlike his brother Genji. He also wasn't exactly happy with all of the rowdiness of his… associates.

However, he was looking forward to the saké he was promised. Hanzo didn't care for anything like beers or wines or scotch on the rocks. He only wanted saké. Specified Hanamura saké for that was his favorite. Natively made back in his hometown. It has such a familiar taste. Taking him back to his first drink he had. That warm sensation when it hit his throat made him feel something for once. By far the best saké he ever had in his opinion.

This night, he definitely wanted the best; if he had to keep up with everyone. Such as Hana trying to squeeze her mech into the living room from Zarya breaking the shoji on accident. Twice. (Shoji are sliding doors with little windows cover in paper. She miss judge her strength while opening them. Yes it did happen twice so far). He is thankful his home was big enough for everyone not to be so crowded. Which meant that he wasn't too close to anyone. Not wanting to socialize at all.

Time seem to slow down as Hanzo sits at the back wall. Watching like a hawk over everyone. Keeping track of who broke what and how much cash each person will pay him back for damages. His traditional style Japanese home was godly expensive and had many antiques. He would like to keep all of them in tack. At least the ones he could prevent from getting shot.

Often he kept everyone's drunk ass in check. Hana, Junkrat, Genji, and Tracer are playing Mario Kart 64. Hana brought over the console and that jazz. While Genji supplied the portable T.V. They were especially louder than usual. Laughing and shouting their head off. All while Mei, Bastion, and Lucio watch them play, commenting on their performers. They all seem pretty amused. Which Hanzo didn't understand why they were so entertained just by watching. He also doesn't like them spilling drinks on the mats.

On the other side of things. At the poker table was Amélie, Zarya, Torbjörn, Reinhardt, Roadhog, and Mercy. Pharah was the dealer. To Hanzo knowledge of poker. Mercy was winning by a milestone. Second place Roadhog, Reinhardt, and Amélie all tied. Zaraya is third and Torbjörn just put his deed to his turret into the pot. Poker was a bit wild as the doc seem to become rather lewd when she got a couple drinks in her. Also, Reinhardt almost broke the table laughing.

As for the nondrinkers. By the food table: Winston, Symmetra, and Zenyatta are all having a discussion on thought processes. Then Symmetra started to nerd out on shapes and math. That struck a chord with Winston and he started talking about math applying to space. Zenyatta was happy just to see them having fun. Even if he did not follow what they were saying. Hanzo didn't have to watch over them because they were rather respectful. If only everyone could follow their example. However, he did keep his eye on Zenyatta. Judging the type of omnic who had enlightened his brother.

Finally, we have two old men arguing. 76 and Reaper fueled by booze. It started with a friendly hello to I'm gonna kill you. Zero to hundred so fast. Now they are shooting each other as they run yelling about. Hanzo could only hear spurts of and not limited to:

"You should be dead!" and "I am death, and your the one who should be dead" Also the slur of "You suck at the guitar," and "Your hair was stupid when it was blonde. Now it's just ugly,"

Hanzo had no idea what they were arguing about. The two were now somewhere outside and he did not care to invite them back in. Or go out to find them. He could care less if one killed the other.

Next time he figures that he will confiscate everyone weapon. So he won't have bullet holes in the walls, floors, bird feeder… the bird. (the bird is okay. Mercy had healed it up. Bastion was very worried)

So there he was sitting before this mass of people. The non-stop shouting of the robust lot. He could not help, but sigh at the sight. It was tiring just watching them all. Hanzo was glad that he got the saké that he was promised. It seems to help him power through the night. For a brief moment, Hanzo closes his eyes. Trying to enjoy his savory drink with all its glory. That is all it took for someone to snake their way up to him. Just by the sound of clinking boots he knew who it was.

Exhaling Hanzo places his cup down. He snaps at the man. "And what do you want from me?" The smell of smoke stung his nose along with his saké.

"Nothin, but ya seem fit to be tired, I reckon?" The man comments with his throaty voice.

"I'm not in the mood for a chat," Hanzo opens his left eyelid only to abruptly close it. "McCree,"

Cigar smoke seeps out as McCree says. "Well, I will take that as a clear yes then," Regardless what Hanzo stressed to him, McCree tips his hat at him. Then sits right down beside him. Puffing out a big cloud of the white smoke, he assures Hanzo. "I'm just gonna light and stay awhile until next game with fewer players," He referring to the poker game in progress. They were all crowding around the small table with not much room left for another player. McCree puts his hand to his mouth as he shouts out loud making Hanzo cringe. "And when Roadhog stops cheating you dumb hog!" All he hears in return is a deep grunt and that about it. He felt his beard prickled at the sound. He blows his smoke at the poker table's direction. Shaking his head as he turns back to Hanzo. "Ya gonna be stuck with me for a while partner,"

Hanzo opens his brown eyes and narrows onto the cowboy. "I rather not be," He takes another sip of saké. "I rather everyone wasn't here,"

"Stink in mud," McCree smirks. Hanzo rolls his eyes at the man.

They quietly pause as they watch everyone in the room doing their thing. A quiet act in itself, but with blaring music around them. He was fine with no talking, but that was not the case. After few seconds, McCree points to Hanzo's cup. "Holding your liquor well?"

"Better than most it seems," Hanzo says deadpanned with his one eyebrow drawn up. He eyes the man then comments. "Looks like your fairly level head too,"

"Been drinking all my life," Curling his cigar upward as he laughs slightly. Holding up his whiskey bottle he waits for a cheer. "Ain't getting younger. So I want to drink all I can before my liver is a goner," Out of politeness Hanzo toast with him. More and more they drink as the night grew on with its ups and downs; for Hanzo, there were mostly downs. He did not enjoy drunken karaoke. Even if he didn't participate, but he can say for sure he never wanted to hear Pharah & Tracer's duet again. Then there was the arm wrestling with Reinhardt and Zaraya. They are still going at it. It's been like 3 hours or so. He lost track of time. It was also fair to say it wasn't quite night anymore for it was 2:30 am in the morning.

Things began to wind down. Hanzo and McCree hadn't moved an inch. Bottles littered the short table before them. In a cocky voice McCree snorts. "He looked me right in the eye and said. What do you mean? I put the horse in the trailer," He then smiles as he couldn't help himself from chuckling. "And I said to the man. I didn't say your wife."

"Hontō?" Hanzo couldn't help but smirk at the joke. "What about the six finger man?" He asks as his eyes grew a bit wide. Locked onto the man's cheery disposition, that was pretty hard not to catch.

"Well, in the end, I wanted my dews and my horse. So I shot him once in the knee and the other… well, let just say he's a five finger man now," McCree rubbed his chin as he thought back snickering to himself. "That Lickspittle got what he deserved," Leaning back on his hands, McCree pleads with the bowman. "Come on you gotta have some good ones? I've been wobblin' jawing this whole time. It's your turn,"

Hanzo looks to his cup. "Is that so?" Looking back up to see McCree's eyes fixed on him. Making him flinch slightly.

McCree sneers. "Yup you haven't been talking, partner, when I know you got the cards,"

"Oh… " Hanzo thinks for a moment. It's been awhile since he really told anyone about himself. He was not sure what to say. This was the longest conversation he ever had in his life; that didn't involve work. Okay, maybe longest senses what happen with Genji. Blinking a couple times he curled his lips thinking. Raising his hands he jesters. "There was, this one time, I had visited Korea and I meant this two-headed woman,"

"Two-headed? Are you sure it wasn't an omnic?"

Shaking his head at the man, Hanzo smiles with his eyes soft. "No no no. Not omnic, she was the real deal," He goes on to tell McCree about how they were performing for the man he was hired to kill.

As Hanzo tells his story. More he began to live in up. He moves his hands as he spoke with such enthusiasm. McCree watch as Hanzo's eyes grow and sink with the melody of the story. Changing his expression this way and that. He pulled you along for a ride the more he spoke. It was really a big shock compared to the bowman's regular stoic face. Very strange for a man who didn't want to socialize.

Even more so, McCree felt like he kept getting lost. He could not help, but stare at Hanzo's eyes. They change like the seasons. McCree rests his chin on his palm as he stared in a dazzling trance.

"When I got on the ship, I swear I could still smell…" Blinking a couple times, Hanzo notices McCree's lax pose. The cowboy's eyes staring right at him. "What are you looking at?" Hanzo questions the man with his brow furrowed.

"Nothin'. Nothin." McCree insists. "Keep on talking wanna hear the rest,"

Hanzo scratches his neck as he says. "Why do you keep on staring at me like that?"

"No reason," McCree continues. "Just saw some horse feathers that's all,"

Hanzo flares his nostrils. "Nani? Horsefeathers? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Some old Jargon for ya. I reckon you don't know it because English isn't your first language?"(Or the fact no one uses it) McCree puts out the remaining, barely remaining, cigar. "It means disbelief,"

"Disbelief?" Hanzo repeats back at him. He then grunts. "I'm not one for lying," He refers back to his story little bit offended.

"No that ain't what I was talking about," McCree laughs slightly. "I'm seeing horse feathers right now." Using his left hand to make a gun. He points at Honzo. Specifically, he points to his eyes and with a wink he says. " I never have seen someone tell a story through their eyes before. I also never thought it would be someone like you,"

Hanzo for some reason felt silly. The cowboy before him just winked at him and said such a weird compliment. Was it even a compliment. Hanzo could not tell. Whatever the intentions, it snaps him right back to his regular stone cold face. If anything it was more of a scowl. His face already had a light red tint to it. It's doing from the alcohol, but all of sudden his ears burns red. There was nothing he could do to stop it. More he thought about what the man said the more rest of his face burn too.

"Anata wa baka yarōdesu.," Hanzo quickly mumbles angrily as he glares at the cowboy.

"Um, What?" McCree snorts as he couldn't help hide his laughter. He didn't know Hanzo was going turn so red. Covering his mouth he barely got out. "I don't know Japanese. Haha. Only Spanish,"

"It means You're an idiot bastard," McCree and Hanzo look over to see Genji standing behind them wobbling. He was the brother who can't hold his liquor. He had to hold onto their shoulders as he fell a bit.

If looks could kill, well Genji would be dead twice by Hanzo. Tipping his hat at the bother, McCree smiles a cheeky smile. "Much obliged ninja,"

Genji nods at the cowboy and then looks back at Hanzo. Even if Hanzo can't see his brother's face; he knew something was up. Hanzo knew he was gonna do something. Something against his wishes. Giving Genji that brother stare of: don't you do it. Don't you fucking do it?

Genji puts his hands up as if he understood. Wobbling backward he stops and says. "Did you know my brother master a lot of arts such as Rakugo," He then clarifies. "Rakugo are storytellers who…"

"Brother," Hanzo quickly barks at him. "You will leave now," Wobbling

Genji puts his arms to the back of his head as he laughs. "Oh brother you should relax, you should even put a performance on,"

"Leave," Hanzo demands. Genji knew there was no arguing he waddles away. Hanzo closes his eyes as he could feel the color red on his cheeks. "Excuse my brother, he doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut." He opens up to see McCree staring right at him again.

"Nary would guess you were the type to be a storyteller," Taking another swig of whiskey that he was determined to be his last for the night. He made a licking sound as savor the taste on his lips. In split second McCree howls as he puts his arm around Hanzo shoulder. "Loco-son-of-a-bitch, If' ya think Imma gonna let that pass on by. Shoot me hear," Shaking Hanzo as he whoops. "Ya gonna have to spin some more yarns for me in the future partner,"

Not really use to this friendly banter, Hanzo protested. "I do not see why you are so amused?" He goes on to say as tries not to look at the man's face. "I believe you told me you could hold your liquor,"

"I can, but sometimes you need to embrace the moment," McCree stops shaking him vigorously and tries to find Hanzo's face. "Plus west is all about yarn spinning,"

"Yarn as in stories?" Hanzo states as McCree seem to thicken his accent as he got hyped up. Sometimes it was hard to follow, but mostly that was McCree's fault. He just doesn't want talk proper.

"Darn straight," McCree slaps Hanzo's back a couple times as he laughs. Hanzo only tenses up rather than calming down. Maybe it was liquor or maybe he just not use to people touching him. "I gotta go take a piss. All be back compadre," McCree bluntly says. In Hanzo head he rather he didn't come back.

Before the Cowboy could even let go of Hanzo, a lovely British girl waves a camera in the air.

Blinking to them, Tracer giggles. "Hi, loves! I still haven't gotten a picture of you guys yet!" Fun fact about Tracer. She opted to not drink tonight, however, she so hyper she might as well be drunk off the atmosphere.

"Oh, you guys doing pictures!" Hana yelps across the room. Hanzo had no idea how she could even hear them.

Making her way to them. She plops down to the right of Hanzo. Hanzo gives her a look. She returns the look by sticking her tongue out at him. She always was buddy buddy with him. He never knew why, but he didn't like it.

"Take it! Take it!" She squeals in excitement. Flash goes off blinding them for a moment. Hana shoots up makes her way over to look at it. "Aw but Hanzo your not smiling!" She huffs at him. Only to tease him along with it. "Your face is offaly red too teehee,"

"Be quite," Hanzo snaps at her.

McCree purred in Hanzo's ear as he winks at Hana. "Don't be so mean partner,"

"Shizukani shite." Hanzo jerks his head away from McCree's face. Crossing his arms as he felt his ears warms up again. "Orokana kaubōi," Making McCree let go and cover his mouth trying not to laugh.

Hana got that face about her. After witnessing Hanzo's reaction. A smile grew across her face. She smelt what McCree was cooking up and wanted to help. Or what she thought he was cooking up. Giving him the okay sign with her hand. Hana goes and pulls Tracer aside saying. "Hey, Tracer you should get a picture of just them. KK?"

"Sure love, but Hanzo seems like…"

"Just give me your camera then," Hana smirks with a peace sign. "I play to win and I really want to earn that GG!"

Tracer Bit confused by Hana she agrees. "All right, love. Just remember to give it back," Tracer gives the teen the camera. Hana quickly goes and whispers in McCree's ear as Hanzo was too busy trying to ignore the cowboy.

She goes and dances on in front of them. "Okay one more picture sourpuss and try to at least make a face other than that one," Hana tries to imitate Hanzo's scowl. Giggling as she couldn't keep it for long.

"Go on and get it over with," Hanzo complains.

McCree tips his hat at Hana as she bows her head at their secret agreement. Quickly as the cowboy could move his shooting hand. He wraps his arm around Hanzo neck. Forcefully, not aggressively, causing Hanzo body jerk up against the cowboy's body. His head falls right beside McCree's neck, but slightly resting on his shoulder. Then the flash goes off capturing it all. Out of pure shock, Hanzo definitely made a face other than his usual.

Before Hanzo really knew what happen McCree let go and got up. Hanzo rubs his eyes as he got sunspots from the flash. Not sure what the hell happen. He swears to himself and then at McCree for the sudden grab. Only to be ignored.

While Hanzo contemplates what happened. McCree looks at the photo and seems happy with his work. Hana not so much. She whines to him. "If I knew you were gonna do that I would of totally tell you my idea," She pouts. "I wanted a high score not second best,"

"No I think its perfect, good job lass," Placing his hand on her head and patting it. "You should send it to me.

"Kk. " Hana smiles while filing through Tracer's contacts. "I sent it! Oh and GG I guess, but that sure is a strange way of messing with someone. Weird prank bro,"

Nervously looking away, McCree shifts his hat on his head. "Yeah something like that," He found himself looking back at the grumpy Hanzo with head in his hand. Without a word, McCree watches him for a moment. Then he shrugs before walking off to find the bathroom.

Looking down at his phone. Seeing the photo of him and Hanzo made him feel rather disappointed. McCree only wishes he could have had a better taste

Author's note* Don't worry more chapter are on the way~ things are gonna be little spicy next chapter. Its gonna earn that M rating if you know what I mean.