Mercy had been asleep for a couple of hours now and was starting to wake up. She twisted to one side and looked at an alarm clock on the side. The device read 16:12. She the sleep away from her eyes with the back of both of her hands and uncovered herself from the duvet and sat on the edge of the bed.

She then noticed a bottle placed on the table beside her with a note next to it. So out of curiosity, she took a look.

"This ought to wake you up"- Demo

She placed the note back onto the side table and removed the lid from the bottle. Her suspicions were corrected when she took a sniff of the contents, confirming it to be a very strong type of alcohol. For a moment she dwelled on whether she should take a sip or not and eventually settled on, "What the heck."

She raised the bottle to her lips and allowed some of the contents to enter her body. Almost immediately she was coughing like hell at the strength thinking how in the world Demo even managed to drink the stuff.

But on the other hand it didn't actually taste half bad, she definitely felt more awake and possibly a little more perky. By this point, all her tiredness had been washed by the small amount of the drink she had consumed. After a moment she caught her breath and got up off of the bed and placed the bottle back on the table.

She decided not to put her suit back on as she saw no need for it and settled with her regular attire instead, although it did look a little scruffy. So without waiting any longer, Mercy made her way to the mercs.

After a short walk, she had made her way to where eight of the nine mercs were congregated, each doing their own thing. Scout was reading some comics with Pyro peering inquisitively over his shoulder. Solider and Demo were watching some wrestling on the TV, arguing over who was going to win the match, but Mercy knew that the whole thing was just an act anyway. Or so she had heard. Heavy had his head in the fridge looking for some food with Sniper sat nearby with his hat over his face snoozing. Medic was sat reading a newspaper with Spy standing in the corner, having a smoke like usual.

Heavy was the first of men to realise that she had entered the room with them, as he backed out from the fridge with a fresh sandvich.

"Ah it is good to see you on your feet my friend," Heavy said to her happily.

"I wouldn't be here at all if you didn't come to rescue me," She brought up. "Sorry for being a burden," She then said with a nervous laugh.

"Do not beat yourself up, you should only beat up bad guys," Heavy said to her.

"I'll keep that in mind," Replied Mercy with more of a light hearted laugh.

The two made their way over to the couch to sit down, but before Mercy could even begin to lower herself onto it Pyro had begun bear hugging her whilst lifting her in the air slightly.

"I guess someone is happy to see me then," Mercy said stating the obvious.

"Pyro was worried sick about you," Scout said as he continued to read his comic. "Strange, though, Pyro normally minds his/her business," Scout said unaware of Pyro's dual personalities.

"Well one thing for sure is that Pyro knows how to give a good hug," Mercy said as she struggled for breath a little.

After a couple more seconds of hugging Pyro let Mercy down so that she could sit down like she was originally going to. She sat next to Heavy who was quickly making his way through the sandvich.

"Now that is complete and utter bull!" Soldier shouted at the TV. "No American could lose a wrestling match!" He stated.

"Quit complaining Solly, the opponent won fair and square," Demo said to try and reason with him.

"Nonsense, everyone knows that Americans are the best at everything, especially wrestling," Soldier babbled.

"Oh would you put a sock in it," Sniper said groggily as he chucked his hat at Soldier, hitting the side of the patriot's head.

Soldier calmed down and sat grumbling to himself about how the match must have been rigged in some way and he vowed that he would find out who did it.

"So doc, did yah enjoy the present I left you?" Demo asked Mercy curiously.

"Let's just say it was the strongest drink that I have ever drunk in my entire life," Mercy answered with.

"Aye, but how did it taste?" Demo then asked her.

"Although it was very strong, it did have a good taste to it," She admitted to him.

Demo smiled happily, knowing that his family's brew had not lost its touch over the many years that the various bottles have been fermenting for.

"Thanks for the approval, now if you excuse me I'll be back in a second," Demo said as he left the room.

"Where do you think he's gone to?" Mercy then asked.

"Probably to go and get more booze," Spy said as he emerged from the corner.

Mercy looked at Spy with unease. She knew it wasn't the Blu Spy, but being around him just didn't feel right after all of the things that his counterpart had put her through. She shook off all of the bad thoughts that were beginning to fill her head and focused back to reality.

"Doc told us he managed to fix you up," Scout said as he looked up from his comic.

"Yes he did, which I appreciate greatly," Mercy said.

"Danke," Medic said from behind his newspaper.

"But if the doc fixed you up, then why are you still missing finger?" Scout asked whilst pointing at her hand.

"Oh this," Mercy said as she looked at it. " I decided t-," She was then cut off by the sound of some loud clanking coming from behind her.

Everyone looked towards the source of the noise to see Demo with a rather large quantity of alcoholic beverages for everyone.

"I say that we have ourselves a little celebration after that crazy plan," Demo said with a grin.

"Oh I am totally one for getting wasted," Scout said as he quickly jumped up from the floor.

"Everyone knows that a true American never passes up a drink," Soldier stated.

One by one each of the mercs made their way over to Demo to grab a beverage in celebration of their recent success.

"You're not joining us?" Medic asked when he saw Mercy still sat down.

"I don't really drink," She said as she poked both her index fingers together.

"Oh this isn't any bad in having a drink every once in a while," Medic said as he pulled Mercy up off of the couch.

"Well if you insist," Mercy said as she got pulled by Medic.

Several drinks later

All of the mercs were gathered around Mercy who was telling them the tale of her greatest achievement.

"Oh it gets better," She drunkenly giggled. "So when my patient woke up, most of his body was missing and his brother was never heard from again," She said before going into a laughing fit.

All the other mercs took a moment to take in the information before they all started laughing as well.

"Anyway, that's how Genji became a cyborg," Mercy said as she tried to drink from the empty bottle which she had in her hand. She then over dramatically turned towards Demo. "Scotty, get me another drink," She slurred as she held out the empty bottle.

Demo slurred some unintelligible gibberish before he attempted to take the bottle from Mercy's hand, but only succeeded in falling flat onto his face before snoring loudly.

"Do you think he's hurt?" Mercy whispered before giggling.

"Shhh," Soldier then said. "He is sleeping," Solider slurred.

The drunken behaviour continued for some time before each person began to pass out one by one.

"You are all great friends," Mercy said to all of the unconscious mercs before she two passed out.

A/N: Tfw you make one of your favourite characters get drunk xD