"Doc, you wanted to see me?" Lesley said and opened the infirmary's door. Stepping in.
"Medic?" She called out, stepping inside. The door closing with a soft click behind her. She looked around and frowned.
"Doc?" She yelled a little louder,
"Fine. I'll come back later" she mumbled walking to the door, she gripped the handle and pulled. The door didn't budge
"What the" she muttered, pulling again.
"Oh no" she groaned. Realizing what had happened
"Damn it" she muttered, leaning back against the door
"Stupid rusty lock" she sighed waiting for somebody to pass by.
"Did ja' do it?" The Scout asked nervously
"Oui. She's locked in" The Spy replied, pulling out a cigarette.
"So. About ze bet" The Medic started, fidgeting slightly in his chair.
"Don't tell me you already won" The Scout groaned
"Nein. I vould actually like to back out" He said
"What?! You don't wanna get some action?" The scout asked, making a thrusting motion with his hips.
"Nein!" The Medic barked
"Lay off him lad" The Demoman said and pulled the Scout back into his seat.
"Why?" The Spy asked, taking a log drag of his cigarette
"That is for me to know" The medic huffed, crossing his arms.
"I drop out too" A deep russian voice said,
"You too big guy? Geez, this is gonna be too easy" The Scout smiled
"Da. I drop out" The Heavy said, sitting down next to the Medic, making him squirm a little bit
"You maggots sicken me! Dropping out of a battle!" The Soldier said loudly, slamming his fist down on the round table they were sitting at
"Both of you? Not zis is not a real challenge for me anymore" The Spy muttered
"Come on you morons, it's a chick! You know. She has boobs" The Scout said, getting a slap in the head from the Demoman
"Oi, what's going on here?" The Sniper asked and peeked his head into the war room, startled when he saw everyone except Lesley sitting there
"These two fairy's are dropping out of our bet" The Scout explained, pointing to the Heavy and Medic.
"Nice job" The Sniper smiled in approval at the Medic and Heavy
" Danke" The Medic mumbled, standing up
"Where you goin' doc?" The scout asked
"None of your concern" The medic spat,
"Non, Medic. Don't you want your money back?" The Spy asked
"Nein" The Medic said, continuing to walk to the door
"Doc! Stay lad!" The Demoman yelled
"Nein" The Medic said, walking out of the room.
"Stay" The Heavy ordered
The Medic stopped mid-step, before turning back to them. Walking back to his seat beside the Heavy. The Spy raised an eyebrow but said nothing, watching the Heavy and Medic closely.
"So why ya' guys backin' out?" The Scout asked
"Personal issues" The medic responded quickly.
"Interesting" The Spy smiled, formulating a plan in his head.
"It does not concern you" The Medic snapped, glaring daggers into the Spy's head.
"Da. Does not concern little men" The Russian smiled.
"May I leave now?" The Medic asked coldly
"Da" The heavy smiled and watched the Medic walk out
"I'm letting Lesley out!" The Medic called out, continuing to walk back to his infirmary
"What's wrong with him?" The Scout asked
"I durrn knur" The Pyro shrugged, it's attention on the lighter that was in its hands.
Once more of the team members left, the Spy stood up. Smiling at his plan.
"Be prepared mon ami, I'm going to find what your hiding" He smiled to himself, walking back to his room.
The Heavy walked back to his room with a large smile plastered onto his face. He entered his room and smiled at his most prized possession. His gun Sasha. He picked the heavy gun up and set it on his desk, getting out all the needed materials to clean it. He heard a knock on the door and turned, seeing the Medic waiting at the doorway.
"Doktor" He smiled, motioning for him to enter the room.
The Medic did as he was told and sat down in a chair.
"Doktor? Why sit over there?" The Heavy asked, starting to clean Sasha
The Medic didn't respond but instead moved so he was sitting closer, watching the Heavy's big hands move.
"Are you feeling alright?" The Heavy asked, turning to his friend in concern
"Ja.. I'm fine" The Medic said quickly.
The Heavy took one of the Medic's hands in his and smiled, kissing it gently
"You can tell me what's wrong"
"Nothing" The Medic said, his cheeks turning a bright red.
"Are you sure?" The Heavy asked, pulling the Medic into his arms. The Medic stiffened. "Doktor. You do not act like yourself" The Heavy said, kissing the Medic on the cheek.
"Nein.. I'm fine." The Medic said and relaxed slightly. The Heavy smiled at the Medic and hugged him tighter, but made sure not to hurt the smaller man.
"YO CHUCKLENUT DINNER!" someone yelled from the hallway, heading towards the Heavy's room
The Heavy quickly let go of the Medic and stood up, blocking the Medic from view
"Yo, dinner" The Scout said, and moved past the Heavy's room. Yelling to the others about dinner. "I will see you at dinner" The Heavy smiled and walked out.
The Medic's tall figure quickly disappeared, instead a shocked Spy. His jaw hung open. His calm and collected character was gone, instead a terrified and confused one replaced it. He quickly brought up his watch and turned invisible, moving to his room to think.
"Alright maggot's! Into the van!" The Soldier ordered, opening the camper-van's door.
He held it open for Lesley to step in before letting it fall, hitting the Scout in the back.
"Oww man what the hell!?" He yelled angrily, flipping the Soldier off. The Spy was the last one into the camper-van, he made sure to stay as far away from the Medic and Heavy as possible, keeping his briefcase close.
"Alright, Forward!" the Soldier smiled, keeping his hands on the back of the drivers seat, where the Sniper sat behind the wheel. Lesley sat next to the Scout, on the bed. Making sure she wouldn't fall this time.
"So where are yall' gonna' go?" She asked
"Bar" The Scout smiled
"Nein. You are too young" The Medic said, crossing his arms.
"Aww come on doc, your gonna' get drunk too aren't you?" The Scout asked
"Nein."
"We'll see about that" The heavy laughed, causing the Medic's cheeks to turn bright pink- in both embarrassment and frustration, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips.
The Spy shuddered and looked out the window, not wanting to be part of the conversation.
"Hold on" The Sniper warned, hitting the first bump.
The Soldier rocked back and forth on his feet but kept a firm grip on the drivers seat, using it for support, while the scout was flung into the air, landing on the floor infront of the bed.
At the second bump the spy was moved slightly, but kept in his seat. Desperately trying to stay still, The Pyro slid out of it's chair, and fell onto the Scout, causing the Demoman to burst out in a fit of laughter. Lesley picked the Pyro off the Scout, and pulled him to his feet
"Thanks Les" The Scout smiled
"Anytime partner" Lesley smiled, but was knocked off her feet by the last bump. Which caused her to fall back onto the Spy.
"Shoot I'm sorry!" She cried out, scrambling off the Spy's lap
The Spy smirked and shrugged
"It's alright mon chere" he smiled, getting a few glares from the other teammates. When the team finally arrived at town, they all were dragged to the bar, by an enthusiastic Demoman and Scout.
"8 beers, and keep 'em comin!" The Demoman said to the bartender, while the other teammates took the seats at the bar
"Hold on. Theres 7 seats." Lesley pointed out
"Scout can stand" the Heavy smiled
"Thats still not enough"
"Lesley can sit on my lap" The Spy said, taking a drag from his cigarette
"Alright.." Lesley muttered, making her way over to the Spy.
"Nein, I can stand" The Medic said,
The Spy smiled as Lesley sat on his lap, slightly surprised at how light she actually was- even though her curvy and strong figure said otherwise.
"Hey man, I need a seat!" the Scout complained
"Pull up a chair" The Sniper muttered, taking a sip from his beer.
"Can't laddy, Chairs are bolted to the floor after Christmas" the Demoman laughed,
"Oh yeah.." The Scout smiled
"Man doc, you got so drunk that night" The Scout chuckled, leaning against the bar
"Shut up" The Medic sighed, rubbing his forehead,
"What happened?" Lesley asked
"You shoulda' seen it man! Doc got so drunk he got into a bar fight! He almost killed the guy, the cops showed up and eventually hauled him off. We had to use our own money to bail him out though" The Scout explained, a grin plastered to his face
"Zhat is vhy I do not drink anymore" the Medic said, growling slightly at the Scout while they were all handed their drinks.
"Cheers!" The Demoman smiled, clinking his beer with the Sniper's. Lesley started drinking her beer and smiled.
"Well, I actually was worried I'd be working with a bunch of assholes" she confessed
"Yall' are actually really nice" she smiled, causing the Demoman and Scout to exchange nervous glances.
"Cheers, To old Irene! Let's hope she gets better" Lesley smiled, clinking her beer with the Heavy's.
After a couple rounds of beer, most of the team was drunk. Lesley, the Demoman, Sniper, Soldier and somehow the Scout all were gathered around each other, Laughing uncontrollably.
"Oi, Tell that story again!" The Sniper laughed, downing his 5th bottle of beer.
"Alright, so when he was just a little kid. He use to take my doll's and play with them" Lesley started,
"Should we take team back?" The heavy asked
"Oui" The Spy said, who still had Lesley sitting on his lap.
"Silence" The Medic ordered, causing the laughter to die out.
"Heavy, get zhem out, I'll start up ze van" The Medic said, walking out of the bar
"Solder, take Sniper and Scout" The Heavy ordered, picking the Demoman up off the ground
"Shall I take Lesley?" The Spy asked, smirking to himself
"Da"
The Spy lifted Lesley up bridal style and stood, walking to the door.
"Howdy there" Lesley smiled drunkenly, looking up at the Spy who couldn't help but smile down at her.
"Bonjour mon chere" He smiled, carrying her to the van
"Where we goin'?" She asked, holding onto the Spy tightly
"Back to ze base"
"Alright" She muttered, cuddling into him
"If only you wern't drunk.." The Spy whispered. Walking up the 3 stairs to get into the van, then set Lesley down on the bed.
"Hey dude!" The Scout laughed from behind them, slinging his arm over the Spy's shoulder, standing on his toes to reach the taller man's height.
"Get off me" The Spy growled, removing the Scout's arm from his shoulder. He heard the door open and sighed in relief as the Soldier was dragging the Sniper inside, cursing something about Aussies and hippies.
The Spy sighed and waited for the rest of the team to load into the van, he remembered his briefcase and opened it, pulling out the contract. Starting to read the behavior section.
There in big bold letters. Was what he was looking for 'NO RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN TEAM MEMBERS WILL BE PERMITTED. NO RELATIONSHIPS WILL BE PERMITTED. NO EXCUSES'
The Spy smiled to himself and put the papers back, just as the van started moving
'Just wait until ze Soldier learns about this beach in the contract' he thought
