Blackwatch Week [ DAY 6 ] PAIN / PLEASURE
Read on AO3! Graphic Violence, Dismemberment, Near-death experiences
It had been a good week. The kind of good week where everything had gone according to plan, they’d taken down an entire drug cartel, and Reyes had given everyone involved the weekend off to celebrate. They didn’t even have to go back to base until Monday, which is how McCree and Genji ended up sharing their evening on the balcony of a beautiful resort hotel in Rio de Janeiro, away from any commanding officers or doctors who would tell them what they could or could not do. This meant, of course, that the pair had immediately seized upon the opportunity to smoke, drink, and talk shit about everyone not present.
“And she’s so demanding!” Genji continued, waving the cigarette in his hand. His faceplate was off and sitting between them, next to the bottle of bourbon that was already half-empty. “You know she tries to monitor my eating habits? Like, aggressively monitor? She has daily meal recommendations for me. Daily! It’s like she’s trying to plan out my whole life!”
McCree half grinned and took a drag on his own cigarette. They hadn’t been able to find his brand of cigarillos, but these had a unique flavor he didn’t mind.
“Aw, Angela just worries about you, is all,” McCree said, pouring them both another glass. “She’s a doctor. That’s a thing she does.”
Genji snorted. “Well, she could worry a little less. Just because she saved my life doesn’t mean she owns it.”
“Oh, I’m sure she’d love to hear that,” McCree chuckled. “Speaking of, if Ang finds out that I let you smoke, she’s going to kill the both of us.”
“Then it’s a good thing neither of us are going to tell her,” Genji said dryly.
“Good plan. I don’t fancy meeting my end at the hands of a tiny Swiss doctor.” McCree took another swig. They’d both already had quite a bit to drink, and he was starting to feel pleasantly buzzed and relaxed, enough that he let his next question slip before he could stop it.
Genji glanced at him. “What was what like?”
Aw, shit. Well, too late now. McCree didn’t meet his eyes, hiding behind the motion of taking another drag of the cigarette.
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