@outlawbound | starter call.
Galas aren’t Ana’s scene, but not even Overwatch’s second-in-command could find enough excuses to skip out on these glitzy, bustling functions. Jack had threatened to delegate a year’s worth of rookie training to her and Reyes if they so much as thought of disappearing before the big date, and so here she is: dressed in a long, royal blue dress, standing by a high-ceilinged wall and watching her fellow agents mingle ( or fumble ) around the starry-eyed crowds.
And of course, she always spotted one who stood out like a sore thumb.
After plucking a pair of champagne flutes from a passing waiter, she rounds the room and walks to where Jesse is. “Aw, McCree, at least try to smile! You look like a man on death row,” she tells him, pushing one glass into his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re sulking because they didn’t let your hat in.”
