Do you believe in magic ? ****************
Tavish Finnegan DeGroot happily took a swig out of his bottle of Scrumpy. Another beatdown on the BLUE team was a success. The RED mercinaries were celebrating and Demoman was the last one standing.
-Oi ,Lads ! Who wants to have another go ?! - he hiccoughed.
Medic grabbed the Scout ,who got utterly destroyed by the one ,single beer he had. The german laughed in a whisper.
-I vish I could. Alas ,I am only human ,herr Tavish.
-I'll get you next *HIC* time ,Cyclops ! - Scout laughed lushly.
-We'll see aboot that ,Lad ! - the Demo responded by sticking his tongue out.
Behind the scotsman's back ,he could hear the door to the common area click and shut. While said Cyclops really did love spending time with his teammates ,he also needed to be alone for a bit ... or did he ?
He realized that he was lying to himself.
Demo disliked being alone ; in fact ,he despised it.
For a second he considered dropping by Soldier's crib and maybe pulling him over to chat and fuck around. With the positive perspective ahead ,Tavish slid off from his seat and headed off to his and his pal's favourite place to hang.
-Maybe just one more bottle' before sleep ? - the Cyclops smiled impishly to himself.
The meet-up with Solly would be postponed but it wasn't that big of a deal. I am sure Jane wouldn't get mad.
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The demolition expert stumbled through the hallway ,which led to both his ,Heavy's and Engie's quarters. Hiccups travelled up his throat and he laughed about it.
Step after step got him closer and closer to his room. Finally ,Demoman reached his destination. He barged into the cluttered room of his.
-Whoo-wee ! I am beat. - the one-eyed man didn't restrain his yawn.
Tavish shuffled through his possesions in search of the characteristic dark brown bottle. While he searched ,he also hummed an old ,traditional irish tune.
-For there's nothin' like whiskey to make maidens frisky ~ It soon separates all the men from the boys
-Well ,well ,well. Look ,who finally decided to show up. - a voice came from somewhere around the corner of the bedroom.
Demoman jumped in surprise and quickly slammed his hand into the light switch on the wall. The small light above him illuminated the equally small space. He looked around.
-Over here ,you doofus ! - the familiar tone rang again.
Finally ,the Demo realized what or who (it's hard to say) was talking to him. His good buddy ,Eyelander ,made himself comfortable on an armchair.
(please ,ignore how a sword could make itself comfortable)
-'Lander. Ya scared the crap out of me. - Tavish laughed when he calmed himself down.
-Oh ,I bet I did. - Eyelander spoke.
The Cyclops thought ,that the conversation was over but WHOO BOY! was he mistaken.
-Dude ,mind explaining why you've been leavin' little old me behind recently ? - the weapon asked the question.
-I've been doing tha' ? - it's wielder got confused.
It has been how long ?
One ,two ,five ... days ? A week maybe ?
-Crap. - Demoman grumbled as soon as he realized.
-See ?! - Eyelander cried out in both disappointment and bewilderment. - Ya do not care aboot me ,do ya ?!
Tavish rubbed his temple. He could swear he could already feel a headache emerging and it wasn't because of a hangover this time. He felt like he needed to approach the situation delicately. Maybe he could talk his cursed buddy out of it ?
-Listen. Is there anythin' ah van do to cheer ya up? Come on, tell meh. - Demoman begrudgingly put on his sweetest tone of voice.
-Nay ... Or wait ! Maybe ya could.
The ring in Eyelander's voice sounded suspicious. Like he was planning something. Tavish didn't ask ,what the sword had in mind. Instead ,good ol' Lander showed him.
Something blinked in Demo's (sort of) peripheral vision.
A green feather ... A green ,floating feather.
-Wait ,wait ,WAIT ! - Tavish took a few steps back.
He got backed into a wall.
-"WAIT" what ? - Eyelander questioned. - I have seen you giggle yarself stupid when that tall ,australian pisser tickled ya. You clearly don't mind.
Demoman kept quiet. He had nothing. The cursed sword took advantage of the man's state and sent the feather towards him. The Cyclops'es red sweater was a perfect place to get under.
-Hoho-HOHOHO ! *WHEEZE* EYEHAHAHAHO !
-Ya ? I can't really understand you ,Lad. You really need to chill out with the gigglin'.
-OH-PIHIHISS AHAHAFF !
-Welp ,I did understand that. Don't be a dick to me ,man. Ya are the one that has left me out of battles. - Eyelander mentioned. - No hard feelings ,tho.
-NAHAHAHAHA ! HAHAHOHO ! PLEHEHEASE ! STAHAHAHAP !
-Under one condition. You will need to take me to your upcoming match. - 'Lander asked at long last. - Do we have a deal ?
Tavish just wheezed out "YES !".
In the blink of an eye the feathers disappeared. Eyelander stashed away the soft ,fluffy offenders ; though it was hard to say where he did so ,since even the most magical of beings need to follow some kind of rules.
The sword ,while very satisfied with the outcome of his plan ,looked at his wielder.
-You good ,mate ? - Eyelander said enquiringly. -I did not go too far , did ah ?
-Haaaaah ~ Ah hate ya. - Tavish rasped out ,his voice worn out from all of the recent cackling.
-Right back at 'ya.
THE END