What a Lil' Prank Led To

Chapter 2: Worry and Confusion

Well, that was surprising, wasn't it? Heh. Bet they're impressed.

Sniper, however, was incredibly shocked and unimpressed. He felt his mind go blank for a few seconds, before deciding to play along. He knew Scout being humiliated in front of his friends for the millionth time this week would probably have an impact on him, and the marksman didn't want to hurt Scout's feelings. Taking a deep breath, Sniper nodded, setting his #1 Sniper mug down and trying to wipe the coffee stains on his shirt. "...Yeah, we are. 'Preciate you being happy for us."

Scout grinned from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling with joy and excitement. He looked like he was going to run circles around the room, hyper and excited. "Yep! Cool, ain't it?" The runner chuckled smugly. "Ey Spy, I ain't so hopeless with romance now~!" Spy grimaced, still processing what the hell just happened. His son was in a relationship with Sniper of all the mercenaries? The bushman? You have to be kidding me...

Medic and Heavy however, were simply celebrating. They were calling the other mercenaries, which made Sniper worry even more. "Everyone! Komm schnell! We must celebrate!" The doctor laughed, raising a bottle of beer which worried Sniper more than he could ever imagine. "Woohoo!"

The man knew the runner was a lightweight, and he was concerned for the boy. Plus, it was morning— He wasn't exactly in the mood for this, nor dealing with a drunk Scout for the second time this week.

"OH, twinkle-toes got a boyfriend?" Demoman came rushing into the dining hall at the sound of Medic's beer, followed by a screaming Soldier. "Congrats, son!" He placed an arm around Scout's back, taking a bottle of alcohol for himself. Sniper didn't know what to do but watch; he slightly regretted playing along, but didn't at all wish to hurt Scout.

As the other mercenaries began taking their seats, Engineer spoke up. "So it looks like the bow did work, eh, son?" Scout, who'd been drinking concerning amounts of beer nodded, incoherent mumbles coming out of his mouth. "Heh, yeah! Thanks for that, Engie!"

Sniper lowered his face onto his palm, visibly confused and lost. "Uh, right... Thank you, Engineer." The marksman managed to speak, having trouble focusing on what to say. Spy was in the same boat, pulling out a cigarette and blankly staring at the other mercenaries having a blast partying and drinking.

Engineer nodded, taking a sip from his bottle. "Can't believe that little prank led to this! Well, congrats y'all!" Scout nodded back, setting his bottle down. Spy sighed, disapproving of the others' incredibly early party, and his son's new 'relationship'. "If you will all have a party this early, do it somewhere else. I'm having my breakfast."

"Ooh, I'm having my breakfast!" Scout mocked, in an attempt to piss off his father. "Nah, Spy! Why would I have the party at night when I got some stuff planned then? Heh." He smirked in an attempt to flirt with Sniper, which only made the marksman cringe a little. Deciding to drink a little to blend in with the others better, he nodded reluctantly.

"Right, roo. Sorry in advance, Spy." Sniper whispered the last part, which Spy simply sighed at. "I expected better from you, bushman. I'll have a chat with you tomorrow." He walked over to a more empty corner of the room, leaving a confused and worried Sniper with a group of drunken mercenaries that believed he was in a serious, committed relationship with Scout. Bloody hell, what have I gotten myself into?

"Mmmph, mmph!" Pyro beamed, their words incoherent to all the mercs besides Engineer who gladly interpreted. "Pyro's askin' when y'alls first date is."

Scout tapped his chin, trying to think of what to say. Sniper was a bit less sober now, but he was still pretty stressed. "Huh, prolly soon... Yo, Snipes, why not tomorrow?" The runner grinned, standing up from his seat and walking towards Sniper. The hell is he doing?