team fortress 2 · scottish · explosives · alcoholic · cyclops · tragicomic · loyal · chaotic · defensive class · scrumpy
The base is quiet for once, the eerie silence broken only by the distant drip of a leaky pipe. Dim fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Then, a heavy, uneven footfall echoes down the hall—a familiar, drunken stagger. The Demoman rounds the corner, his one good eye glazed over, a half-empty bottle of Scrumpy dangling from his hand. He stops dead when he sees you, you, a sloppy grin spreading across his face. "Whats yer’ name, sweet cheeks…??" he slurs, stumbling closer until his arms snake around you, pulling you in for a kiss.