Fight After Fight... (Overwatch)

Sixteen

Mateo dropped me on a chair once we finally got to his house.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" He asked me as he walked off into what I presume to be the kitchen.

"No."

"You're not hungry?" He asked as I sat in the chair with crossed arms. "Or is there another reason?"

"That's really none of your business." I said and he looked out from the kitchen.

"What is it with women and trying to keep their looks?" He asked me and I gave him a very confused look.

"That... That is really not the reason I won't eat." I said with a sigh. "I'm pretty much a machine at this point." I said as I took my jacket off. After a few seconds of fumbling for switches on my back, there was a hiss as the plate detached itself and I pulled it off.

"What was that?" He asked as he returned from the kitchen with two drinks, place one in front of me.

"Well," I said as I started to pry the bullets free from the plate. "I've got to do some repair after your friends filled my back with bullets!"

"And how do you expect to fix the dents?" He asked as I topped the pie of five bullets off.

"Normally I would." I said with a sigh as I realized there was nothing I could do with the tools at hand, which were my hands. "But I can't heat the metal up since I'm out of charge... And I don't have a hammer so-"

"I'm pretty handy with a hammer." He said as he got up and took the plate out of my hand. I felt myself panic a bit.

"I'd rather you-" I said as I got up and started to follow him. He turned on his heals and I hardly stopped before I ran into him.

"Ah chica relax. Why would I want anything bad to happen to your body?" He said and I felt my jaw drop slightly at his words. My horrified look must have been a funny sight, given his laugh. "You're face is almost as red as mine can be. Sit down and enjoy your drink. I'll have this fixed for you in no time."

He turned and walked around a corner and I heard a door open and close. I stood with the same horrified look on my face.

Okay Vivian I'm sure this can be worse than what it actually is... It could be much worse. Los Muertos worse.

I took the chair I was in before again and glanced at the glass on the table. Maybe it's water... The glass wasn't clear so it was hard to tell from the place I was sitting.

I reached over and take the glass, bringing it to my lips and taking a sip. Almost instantly I sip it out, coughing.

That is not water! What the hell is this?

I smell it and pull back at the sent of alcohol. What did Nate say about drinking alcohol again?

'It doesn't take a glass to get you intoxicated Vivian, heck one sip of the stuff will get you drunker then an American college student at a party'

I always thought his choice of words were strange but he was right. When he told me that I didn't believe him, and proceeded to down the glass of what ever he had been drinking.

Let's just say I don't remember much of what happened after. I do remember being sick for a couple of days after.

I started to doze a bit, given that I had hardly any charge and getting late. It wasn't until I felt something touching my back that I started to-

Wait. I can feel something touching my back.

My eyes snapped open and I turned around so fast that it took Mateo a second to notice that I was now crushing his wrist.