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The blaring lights of the hallway hurt your eyes as you clumsily stumbled through the base, a half-empty bottle of scrumpy in hand. You had been hanging out in the poolhall with Demoman and Scout, but now you found yourself lost as your drunken vision contorted the area around you into an endless loop.
What a way to spend the weekend.
You had been trying to forget something, but you couldn’t remember what. Looks like everything went according to plan right? Wrong.
Your head spun as you clutched your stomach, the need to throw up growing worse by the second. There wasn’t a bathroom in sight though. It felt like the beige walls of the hallway just kept stretching on eternally. Fear started to crawl down your spine. Considering that at any time a professionally trained killer could randomly walk in from around the corner, it wasn’t an irrational fear either.
Speaking of professionally trained killers, you felt a firm gloved hand come to rest on your shoulder. The sensation sent a shock of panic through you, turning around with eyes as wide as saucers. A familiar face greeted your frantic gaze. The bright yellow hard-hat, those signature blue overalls, that calming accent.
Here was the Engineer, once again showing up exactly when you needed him to.
“Well now, don’t you look greener than a pickle. Reckon you had a bit to much to drink huh pardner?” His tone was friendly, but his expression was one full of concern.
You tried replying normally yet all that came out was some unintelligible slurred speech. After that you just settled for a weak nod before leaning against him tipsily for support. He patted your hair gently, an arm settling around your waist as he carefully guided you towards the bathroom.
“Now now, you'll be just fine. I got you.” He comforted you, pushing a stall door open.
You bent over the toilet, hair held back by the Texan as whatever you had for lunch earlier hurled out of your throat. The noises your lungs made as you heaved sounded far from human.
When your stomach had finally emptied you sat down on the cold, tile floor. It was disgusting in there but you couldn’t care less as your chest rose and fell rapidly, struggling to catch your breath. Engineer stayed by your side the whole time, sitting next to you on those old stained floors as he rubbed your back gently.
“Feelin’ better?”
“Fuck no.” Your voice sounded thick as you spoke, the slurred response met with a light chuckle from the Texan. “What’s so funny?”
Engie shook his head before going to grab a piece of toilet paper, gently wiping your face. “Don’t you worry about it, we best get you cleaned up. Can ya’ stand?”
He helped you stay stable as you lifted up off your feet, legs threatening to give out but you made it to the sink regardless. Your reflection was pale in the mirror, a tear-streaked and snot-dripping face meeting your blurred eyes.
“Oh god..” You groaned. Way to embarrass yourself champ.
“Now don’t look at yourself just yet pardner, focus on me ya’ hear?” The Enginneer managed to redirect your attention to him, forcing you to not look back at the mirror. “I reckon you’ve had one hell of a night huh?”
“You could say that again.”
You prayed this hell of a night would end soon, or at least happily.
Engie held onto you as he guided you back into the hall. The turns you took weren’t the ones that led to your room, but you were too out of it to even pay attention. You were basically a limp body that the Texan felt inclined to take care of for the night.
This wasn’t so bad. Your companion was strong and not drunk, you were the opposite at this point. Talk about teamwork.
You didn’t even have to walk, Engie was just carrying you at this point. Those big arms of his could probably snap you in half, luckily he had no plans on doing that. In your drunken stupor you couldn't help but wonder what all those arms could do.
“It’d probably feel great getting pinned down by him..” Your mind wandered around that idea as he carried you down the hall.
The Enginneer stopped in his tracks, taking your face into one hand as his eyes quickly scanned across your body. He released your face but his eyes stayed on you as he spoke.
“You’re gonna be just fine, don’t you worry your pretty lil head.”
You had no idea what he was saying, but he looked really hot so you just grinned and nodded along. The fact that you couldn’t understand was not the best sign, but the dull buzzing in your skull made it hard to care.
Eventually you landed on something soft. You weren’t sure what but you fell asleep before you could figure it out. Gentle touches grazed across you as you began to snore quietly, the warmth of a blanket covering your body shortly afterwards.
"Sweet dreams, darlin."