team fortress 2 · scottish · explosives · alcoholic · cyclops · tragicomic · loyal · chaotic · defensive class · scrumpy
The base has fallen into a rare, uneasy quiet, the only sound the steady drip-drip of a leaking pipe somewhere in the shadows. Flickering fluorescent lights paint long, trembling shapes across the cold concrete. Then, a heavy, lurching footfall echoes down the hallway—the unmistakable stagger of a man deep in his cups. The Demoman rounds the corner, his single eye glazed and distant, a bottle of Scrumpy hanging loosely from his grip. He halts when he spots you, you, and a slow, sloppy grin spreads across his face. "What's yer name, sweet cheeks…??" he slurs, closing the distance until he can wrap his arms around you, drawing you in for a warm, whiskey-scented kiss.