Medic watched closely as Pyro began singing,
"Mala Strana's nice this time of year
let's have another cigarette
and another pilsner beer
in the morning broken sun
I meet a gypsy and we run right into each other's arms
Come to the city pretty please
where the people are awful nice
and the coffee's awful cheap
well I don't care
if I never get back home"
"In the river we could drown
oh diving for a crown or
a soggy pack of smokes
Sweet silly boy
you're such a tease
well you're finally overseas
and you're rising from your knees
Come to the city pretty please
where the buildings are awful nice
and the sex is awful cheap well
I don't care if I never get back home "
"Tell the rich man he can't be home
but the flowers and the champagne were lovely little thoughts
Come to the city pretty please
where the people are awful nice
and the love is awful cheap
Well I don't care if I never get back home
after all what's home
but a place to call your own"
Wow.
Medic was dumbfounded. Though Pyro wasn't exactly the greatest singer in the world, the dark-skinned man's mask of mystery was slowly, but surely, shattering inside Medic's strange little mind. You had to admit, shit was getting down. Medic was frozen in place. He had no idea what to do now. Wait? Leave? Stand around like a dumbshit? A few minutes before, he had been intent on doing horrible, horrible things that involved sharp things to the one person who had woken the Medic up from his slumber, but now...He didn't know.
Medic was so wrapped up in his thought that he didn't notice the sound of the shower water being shut off while Pyro grabbed a towel.
Pyro turned around ,as some strange cowincense, straight at the Medic.
"HOLYFUCKINGSHITSTORM!" Yelped the Pyro in a very Mexican accent.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Medic had now started yelling.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Pyro followed in the same fashion.
"SHUT THE FUCK BEFORE I MAKE YA, FUCKIN' FAGS! I'M TRYING TO GET SOME FUCKING SLEEP ROUND HERE AND I DON'T NEED SOME DUMBASSES SCREAMING BOUT' SHIT AT THE SAME GODDAMN TIME!" Said the clear as day voice of the Scout.
Medic and Pyro clamped their mouths shut almost instantly. Pyro tried to gather up some of his dignity by grabbing the previously dropped towel and modestly covering his nether regions.
There was a long and heavy silence while the two mercenaries twiddled their thumbs, waiting for the other to speak.
It now dawned on Medic he had gone up total fuck-up creek without the paddle known as get-away plan.
"So..." began the Pyro, awkwardly trying to conjure something the say to the frazzled Medic, with little to no success until finely the words "Is dis the part where I make Coff-ee?"
Medic and Pyro leaned against the kitchen counter, mugs in hand, now soothed with the power of warm liquids being drunk. Pyro had the towel around his waist, not really caring at the moment of getting his uniform back on. Besides, what is the point now that Medic has seen him, no shame now.
"How long had joo seen me?" asked the Pyro, the first words he had said in over an hour now, Medic told a little lie: "Not zhat long. No more then...fifteen seconds, at most."
Pyro peered at Medic, brown eyes staring, scanning for a lie at all.
It was starting to make Medic increasingly uneasy. He started shifting his feet nervously.
"Joo aren't lying, are joo, hombre?"
"Nein. I am not lying"
Once more, silence.
Suddenly, to the relief of Medic, Pyro pulled a huge grin, saying "bien, todo lo que dicen que el hombre!".
Medic didn't know what that meant, but he was pretty sure it was a good thing. It was easier to talk now, now with Pyro speaking, letting Medic muster the balls to speak first.
"Why do you cover yourself up?" Medic asked, slightly scared on how the fire starter would answer.
Pyro sighed, and thus began his story:
"When duh company hired me, dey talked so much about things I didn't really care about, like how when joo want a new weapon joo have to go ask some person about yadda yadda yadda,I didn't really care dat mooch."
Medic nodded in agreement. These talks that the BLU company decked out were long and quite frankly, boring.
"Then dey talked about the fire-suit. Dey said I had to wear it all times, 'cause apparently, not knowing what your enemy looks like scares duh shit outta people. I didn't ask questions. Dat was my mistake. Because now I didn't know if I was allowed to take it off when I was in my own base. I never really liked the hag, so I just wore it all the time to stay outta trouble."
Medic took this as a acceptable answer and started talking again, changing the subject. Soon he and Pyro were chatting each other up like they were best buds. Medic learned that Pyro was from Cancun, Mexico, He lives there with his younger sister. He learned English from a study book that he kept at his side almost all the time, even on the battlefield. Before working at BLU, Pyro worked as a welder, but got fired when he set one of his co-workers on fire...it was a accident. I swear.
The two men were so distracted they didn't hear the sounds of feet emerging from the halls.
"Ugh, what time is it? Like, five? Damn cockfags you guys talk real-HOLYSHITWHOTHEFUCKAREYOU?" screamed the Scout.
Oh shit.