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This was the best idea he’d had since the gunslinger. Hands down. Or hands gone, in the case of his aforementioned idea.
He was currently reclining with Demoman, in matching chairs he built for them, drinking his…he didn’t remember how many beers he had at this point. But he was drinking alright. He’d normally be paranoid of Spy sapping his sentry or an ubercharged Medic and Heavy combo bursting through the door and destroying his sentry, taking the intel, and killing him. However, since he had Demo here, and was currently beyond the level of appropriate drunk (considering every time he finished his drink, Demo would shove another into his hands before he could even comprehend it was gone) he didn't care about anything than the current conversation between him and the Scotsman.
It was originally some story that started with tricking tourists into finding ol' Nessie, and had since dissolved into Demo's family's severe lack of safety concerns when it came to their own and other's lives.
"I'm tellin' you. I cannae remember any damn DeGroot but me 'n my youngest cousin havin' all our body parts when we were growing up." There was pride in Demo's voice, though from which end, the cousin or the relatives, Engineer couldn't tell.
"But what about your eye?" Engie asked the other man, gesturing clumsily in the taller man's direction. He couldn't even hold a wrench right now if he tried, a mistake looking back, he would be sure to not repeat another time.
Demoman scoffed, waving a hand.
"I still win," He slurred. "My cousin blew 'erself up years ago. Poor lass." He laughed at Engie's sympathetic expression. "She won me least maimed DeGroot! Don' look so sad, what if it had been me? You'd be sitting here drinking alone." He sounded so offended that Engineer laughed.
"I meant no offense there, partner." He gulped down what was left of his drink and was surprised when Demo didn't replace it. He looked over to the other man, who looked suddenly very somber.
"We're clean out of refreshments, boyo." The man stumbled to his feet, shoving Engie back down when he made to follow. "You gotta stay 'ere and protect the intel." He patted the short man on his helmet heavily before saluting and clambering up the stairs with his cannon held in his hands, laughing boisterously. Engie leaned back, sobered a little bit by the reminder of his job.
Over the past few months, Engineer had been hanging out with Demoman more and more. It happened suddenly when the Scot had defended his sentries from more than half of the BLU team, a feat that wasn't easy to do. Engineer had been impressed, inviting Demo to get drinks with him to show how grateful he was. After that, the two men really hit it off, becoming regular off-hours drinking buddies. Somehow it had moved into this state; drinking on the job. Demo was a bad influence on him, but at least it was a pleasant one, if he were to admit a few more...personal things he thought of the man.
They had become quite the team over the last few weeks. BLU hadn't managed to get past them once, it was the best teamup Engie had gotten in a while, and RED was on a win streak. It was immensely satisfying to see people blow up instead of his sentry blowing up.
He jumped when Demo came back, falling heavily into the seat next to him again, waving a bottle towards him. He cackled when the man couldn't coordinate enough to take it.
"Ay'm thinkin' you're a wee too far gone. Maybe you should be done." Contrary to his words, Demo dropped the drink into Engie's hands. Instead of drinking his own, the cyclops eyed him, looking serious. Engineer didn't open his new beverage, taking Demo's words as much to drunken heart as he could.
Demoman laughed, leaning overtop of Engineer, presumably, to grab something on the other side of him, past his sentry. The texan sucked in a breath when the man, that he found quite attractive, brushed a little against him. Demo paused, surprised, peering down at Engie.
"Dell, are you blushing?"
Maybe Engie had been a little pink before, but now he was fully red. Demo looked at him seriously, considering, and leaned in close to his face.
"Definitely red. That's funny. Mind if I try something?"
Engineer shook his head quickly. Demo's grin widened, and he lowered his head in for a kiss.
Engineer's eyes closed at the unexpectedly soft lips. Demoman's lips always looked as if they were chapped and dry, but by feel that seemed to be just about the opposite. The Scotsman had braced one of his hands on Engie's chest, holding himself up, and Engineer down. As Demoman deepened the kiss, encouraged by involuntary reciprocation on Engineer's part, something felt weird. The man he was kissing didn't taste at all like the various alchohol and beer Demoman had been drinking that day. Normally, his mind would have jumped to the conclusion it should have immediately, but it took the inebriated, flustered Texan a good 30 seconds more.
Unfortunately that 30 seconds clicked with his sentry exploding into staticy, sapped, pieces. Cause: that hand the Engineer had so carelessly forgotten. He hissed in anger, placing both of his hands on the man kissing him and shoved him backwards and away from him.
"SP-" He choked off his shout when he felt a searing pain in his stomach. A knife. He saw the BLU Spy's smug face swim in his vision as pain swept over him. Spy winked at him, sweeping the blade across Engineer's neck. As the man died, Spy changed into his likeness in front of him and blew a kiss. One final taunt.
Spy sneered down at the small texan. It seemed only fair. He was a fair man, and when he felt revenge for the complete domination of his team due to this unexpected team up was due, he was going to give it. He'd be lying if it wasn't a little personal, however. Blu had really been on his ass about being unable to take down sentries like he was supposed to.
In his revenge, he had discovered something. Engineer obviously felt something...unprofessional for Demo. Judging by how easily he returned the kiss. Spy had only been expecting five seconds distraction from that kiss, but he had all the time in the world to destroy the sentry. He had found himself a little distracted by how eagerly the smaller man had responded, the Spy may have enjoyed himself a little too much. He pursed his lips angrily.
But, he knew that the thoughts weren't towards him, so he shook the kiss from his mind. He wondered how the other man felt. He could easily find out. Shortening his normally long stride, he ambled off towards respawn, able to catch Demo right as he was coming out, confused by his sudden death. His eyes were clear, Spy hoped his brain wasn't as sober as he looked. A sober Demoman was a dangerous one. Engineer wouldn't respawn for another few minutes, and no one had even noticed he died yet.
"Hey pardner!" He waved. "C'mere. Darn Spy got my sentry, help me set it up in the vents? If'n you do, I'll make it worth your while."