The next morning, Reaper woke up in his new bedroom, after last night's little incident his mind was plagued with nightmares of his life and its unfortunate spiral. He cursed to himself as he remembered that he could no longer do the simplest things unmasked. Within his own solitude he could barely do it either, often having to remind himself of his failures and what he once had. Friends, family, a chance at a normal life. Or better yet, a death in and of itself. As he began to enter that mindset, he quickly pushed it all the way in the back of his head, as he learned to do it professionally, and began to put on his combat armor. Being a Sunday, he had little to do. Missions usually kept him busy, but on free days like this, mandatory no less, he was left with little to no other choice than spend the day training, exercising, and avoiding everyone else.
Widowmaker, on the other hand, did not get any sleep the night before. Her short conversation with Sombra triggered a memory that felt wrong by force, but right by emotion. Emotion. She wasn't supposed to feel any, nor show it. But having been put in a situation where she had to think about her past was not as easy for her as for others. She could feel her memories being blocked most of the time somehow, but when she truly concentrated, or even at random, her mind would show her glimpses of a puzzle that was her past. So far, she had not mentioned this to the Talon scientists that have operated on her. She herself was curious about this change in her own 'programming' and if Talon was blocking them from her, there should be some reason for it, no? The whole night she focused on remembering but could not bring herself to do so. She decided to drop it at the moment and went to take a shower.
When Reaper exited his bedroom, he found Widowmaker sitting on the couch, wearing a white bathrobe and reading a book with a french title he could not translate. Behind his mask, his eyes could not help to travel down her long, smooth legs. The v of her bathrobe covering the usual gap her skintight suit had, a flaw in any armor, but very distracting to any opponent. What caught his attention the most was her hair, which was usually tied in a long pony tail, was now wet and loose, falling over her shoulders and behind the couch. She looked up and gave a smirk.
"Like what you see?" She teased with a seductive smirk, taking him by surprise.
"Very." He retorted with a smirk of his own behind his mask. "How did you sleep?" Reaper asked moving closer.
"Not much." She said quietly. "Do you have any plans?" She asked as her eyes went back to her novel.
"Exercise and training." He said. "Have you seen Sombra?" He asked as he turned to her bedroom.
"I haven't seen her come out. She could have gotten up earlier than us, or she may be still asleep. Who knows." She responded without taking her eyes off her novel. Reaper remained silent, he rarely spoke or engaged in conversation anymore. He felt awkward once more, and was about to turn to leave the floor, when Widowmaker spoke to him. "Stay for a while Faucheuse, it is a Sunday, there is no mission objective for us." She said, causing him to stop and turn back to her. He sighed and sat down across from her. His hulking figure often intimidated others, but not her, even when they first met, she saw little reason to fear this man.
"What do you have in mind Widowmaker?" He asked, making it sound as less of an interrogation and more of a conversation.
"I was hoping we could used this time to become more acquainted with the other." She said honestly. "I could tell you were surprised by seeing me like this. I am not always an assassin you know?" She said, taking Reaper once more by surprise.
"What do you want to know?" Reaper asked.
"For starters, is Gabe, short for Gabriel or is it just that?" She asked nonchalantly.
"It is Gabriel." He admitted. "Last name is off limits." He set up boundaries. "Yours?" He asked, realizing how little they knew of each other, yet having worked for as long as he did.
"Amelie..." She paused, she could feel a memory sneaking behind the back of her head, but couldn't bring it out entirely. She figured conversation would help her remember more. "How did you meet Sombra?" She asked. Reaper relaxed in his seat.
"I knew her a little before I joined Talon. When I found her, she was an eager teenager ready to tackle the world without a plan. I trained her to prepare to get what she wanted or needed. Well, to do it better at least." He admitted, getting dangerously close to his history of Blackwatch. "What brought on your curiosity to engage in conversation?" He questioned.
"I wish to get to know my long time partner." She stood up to get a bottle of wine. "That, and Sombra also questioned our lack of companionship outside a mission."
"Figures she'd be the catalyst for these questions." He huffed before noticing her reach for the wine. "A little early for drink, wouldn't you think?" He laughed lowly.
"Very. But as I've said, it is a Sunday, we may do as we please. Red or white?" She asked, Reaper's head tilted to a look of confusion. "Don't give me that look, you're drinking with me." She said. Reaper's hand involuntarily dug into the couch. Should he reveal his face to her? Did he trust her? Was there any harm in it?
"No wine for me, any real liquor in there?" He asked, figuring he could tilt his mask slightly upwards when drinking. Widowmaker looked through the cabinet.
"There is some Tequila, Scotch, and Hennessy." She responded.
"I'll take Tequila." He said and she reached for two bottles and glasses and set them on the table.
"Can the mask drink for you?" She teased.
"No, can your eight eyes handle my good looks." He teased back, referring to her visor helmet and arachnid patterns.
"Monsieur, I guarantee you there is little that intimidates us spiders." She chuckled as she poured herself a glassful, Reaper did the same for his glass, and then moved his hand to take his mask off. Slowly, causing Widowmaker to look intently, but not come off as rude. Reaper was prepared to take it off, anxious to do so.
"Good to see you two are getting along." They heard from one side of the room, and turned to see Sombra come out of her unit in a hoodie and leggings. "Buenos dias, borrachos." She teased as she saw them about to drink. Widowmaker was a bit disappointed that suddenly their interaction came to a halt at the arrival of their third party member. Strolling on by, Sombra jumped over the back of the couch to crash land on her seat. "A little early to be hitting the bottle, no?" She giggled. Reaper casually let go of his mask, but still held onto his drink.
"It's never too early to drink, Sombra." Reaper retorted half-halfheartedly, much to the other two's surprise. He slowly opened a small compartment in his mask that split the bottom of his mask down the middle, the opening leading to a dark abyss as he lifted the Tequila to where his mask opened and downed it in one swift gulp. Sombra and Widowmaker both watching intently. As Reaper finished sipping, he looked on to both of them and sighed. "I won't eat in front of you, but I'll share a drink or two with you." He admitted as he filled his glass with more of his hard liquor.
Widowmaker was surprised at his response, but couldn't help but feel as though he only said that to Sombra in order to keep their previous exchange secretive.
"So, anyone doing anything today? Or is this a lazy Sunday for us three?" Sombra interjected, hoping to get them to come with her, as she wished to have had company with her for the day. Not that she needed it, but even she had to admit, to herself only of course, that every now and then, interaction was essential for the self. Especially when in a team.
"Sombra, not all of us share your enthusiasm for going out." Widowmaker said. "Some of us prefer to read a book and keep to themselves for enjoyment and relaxation." She said as she returned to her book, but not before shooting a soft glance at Reaper.
"Ay, relajate, Araña, just because I'm open to fun, doesn't mean you have to put me down for it. Vamos, we can do more than just spend today doing nothing. Let's go out." She said, once more showing an eagerness to become closer to them both.
"Sombra, in case you've missed it, we don't exactly appear normal to the public eye." Reaper reminded, hinting at Widowmaker's hue, and his refusal to unmasking. Sombra scoffed and stuck her tongue out at him.
"I have an idea." Widowmaker said, never having taken her eyes off her book. "Perhaps we can each say something about ourselves." She put her book down and went to grab more wine and liquor. "Of course, we must each have our poison." She said, surprising the other two. "What?" She asked questioningly.
"Nothing. I guess we can try it. What are the rules of this idea of yours?" Reaper asked.
"Well, we rotate in a clockwise turn by giving an interesting fact of the other, but it must be asked by the one before the other. If you refuse to answer, you take a hard sip of what you have in front of you. If you don't answer twice in a row, then you have to drink from bottle of the one who asked the question. If you skipped the questions of the other players, you have to drink a mix of both their drinks. And if you can't come up with a question its a mixture of all the drinks." Widowmaker explained.
"I'm impressed, you're usually more quiet than La Catrina over here." Sombra thumbed over to Reaper.
"Well, when my co workers won't stop bickering, I have to find a way to hold them over, don't I?" Widowmaker smirked, causing Sombra a give a low frown.
"Not so funny is it?" Reaper asked.
"Callate." Sombra said before they all got fully comfortable in their seats to begin the game.