There was a pretty big reason everyone in the base liked Demoman.

That reason was how he acted when he was completely wasted. His love for anything and everything alcoholic made him a fun person to be around. The man drank more alcohol in one sitting than any of the other mercs combined. When Tavish was drunk, he would be the happy kind of drunk, laughing loudly and hugging his friends and telling them he loved them.

But even though he was a friendly person when he was intoxicated, he would never back down during a drinking game. No matter who tried no one could best Demo in drinking. Not even Heavy. So it was nearly laughable to the men when Scout of all people challenged Demo to a drinking contest later during the day.

X X X

The team was enjoying their evening free time lounging around the base's recreation room. Most of them were either playing cards, arm wrestling, or napping. Demo had occupied himself with watching the small black-and-white T.V. they had when he was suddenly joined by Pyro. He smiled at the newcomer.

"Ey, Pyro! How ya. . ya doing, mate?"

It was obvious that Demo had already been drinking, which was unsurprising. He was slurring his words and had a drunken smile on his face. Pyro had a notepad the used for communicating with their teammates and scribbled down some words.

"I'm good, Tavish. How are you?"

"I'm bloody fantastic!," Demo roared, the smile never leaving his face, "It's only nine o' clock and I'm already completely drunk."

Demo then let out a laugh seeing how he caused the firebug to jump in surprise when he yelled. He was then joined by another person: It was Scout, who had a confident smile on his face.

"Hey, Demo."

"Oh, Scout! Whaddya need?"

"I'm here to challenge you, my Scottish friend, to a drinking contest!"

Scout yelled out the last part of his sentence, causing the other mercs to hear him and get interested. It was always a fun time to watch Demo drink one of them under the table and they all surrounded and looked at Demo expectedly, knowing he wouldn't back down.

Demo eyed his friends with an amused expression before looking back at Scout, "Aye, lad? You sure you wanna do this?"

Scout remained overly confident as he grinned, "Hell yea, I do!"

Demo chuckled, "Okay, lad. Let's drink."

X X X

The drinking contest was set in the base's kitchen. Demo and Scout sat across from each other on opposite ends of the table, a dozen pints of beer in front of them. Everyone else surrounded the two men, all eagerly watching as Medic threw up his hand, waited a few seconds and slammed his hand down.

"Drink!"

Demo immediately downed one of the pints before Medic even finished saying drink. Scout tried to get through his first one even as Demo already finished up two more in the time it took the young Bostonian to finish his first pint. The rest of the match went by quickly, with Demo finishing all twelve pints and Scout barely finishing four. Everyone cheered and laughed as Demo stood up, the victor like always. Scout's face was flushed from the alcohol but gave his friend a sheepish smile.

"Damn, Demo. You sure know how to drink."

"O' course I do! And don't you forget it you pit sized mutt!", Demo gave him a smile, signifying he was only joking and Scout nodded in understanding.

Everyone soon left after the contest as it was getting late and they had a couple matches tomorrow, so they all quickly went to their rooms to get some rest. Demo was the only one left and he rose woozily from his seat and burped a bit before heading down the hall and towards his room.

Although when you are completely wasted with only one eye in your head, it's sorta hard to find your way around places. Demo soon found this out when he went down the wrong hallway and had to turn around. After some more drunken stumbling, he was able to find his room. He opened the door to his room and stepped in, confused instantly.

Why was his room a different color? Did someone paint it? And why was there a person Demoman didn't recognize in what he thought was his room?

It took his drunken brain a while to register that this wasn't his room. And he laughed softly to himself before he stopped and stared at the person, who was staring at Demo with a shocked expression. It clicked in his brain as to who this person was pretty quick,

It was Pyro. And they were unmasked.

Demo's own eye went wide as he muttered, "Pyro? You. . .your face."

Pyro could tell Demo was getting close to shouting or laughing or doing something equally loud that would be sure to wake up anyone and everyone in the base, so in their panic, Pyro did the only thing they could think of to quiet the man in time.

They kissed him.

Pyro could taste the alcohol in Demo's mouth as they pressed their lips into his and held him there to prevent him from shouting out. Then the worst thing happened when they heard a voice in the doorway of Pyro's room.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Pyro quickly broke apart from Demo, turning around to hide their face and find their gas mask. Demo stared at the new intruder Medic and smiled.

"Medic! You weren't. We were just. . ."

"Kissing. I saw. Although I couldn't see ze Pyro's face. It's a wonder you'd be the one to see their face. How long has it been anyway?"

"How long has what been?"

Demo looked confused as Pyro turned back around, identity now concealed by their mask. Medic smiled to Pyro and Demo, before speaking again.

"How long have you two been in a relationship?"

"Ey? We aren't-"

Demo was suddenly interrupted by Pyro's elbow in his ribs and he quickly changed his tune, coughing a bit before he talked.

"Oh! We've been together for. . .eh quiet a bit now."

"Well, I'm happy for you. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone now."

Medic then left Pyro's room, leaving the other two mercs to both think the same thing.

"What the hell just happened?"