McHanzo Fluff

It's High Moon

It was too bright. That was McCree's first thought when he woke up, outside for whatever reason. He groaned as he sat up, straining to remember what had happened the night before. He felt like it had something to do with a drinking battle. His head felt like he had lost this one in particular. As he glanced around, he quickly noticed something.

It was still dark out.

McCree's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to understand the scene before him. Yes, it was dark outside, but there was a bright, pale light covering the landscape. And why on earth was he in the woods, anyways? Just how drunk had he gotten? After standing up unsteadily, McCree stretched his arms (well, arm) until his shoulders gave a loud pop. He sighed and looked up. Ah, that was why it was so bright out. The moon was full, and very bright tonight. That was one problem solved. Now he just had to figure out why he was in the woods. Suddenly something snapped behind him. He turned quickly, hand on his holster, only to discover Peacemaker was not on his person. McCree cursed softly under his breath as whatever was making the noise drew nearer.

And then something clicked in McCree's head. Forest. Full moon. Something snapping, and now he could hear it. Whatever was in the woods was growling. The hair on McCree's neck bristled as the creature howled and he remembered why he was out here. He just had time to hold his arms over his chest before the creature pounced. McCree squeezed his eyes shut as he prepared for the inevitable.

SLURP

McCree let out a laugh as the dog licked his face relentlessly. "Doggone it, boy, get off'a me! You ain't as little as you used to be!" He grunted as he shoved the dog off. It barked once and licked the cowboy's hand. McCree smiled. "You know, if you would get over your 'hunting urges', then I wouldn't have to chase you around while I'm blind drunk." The dog simply wagged his tail happily. McCree rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Mustard. Let's getcha home."

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It was too bright. That was McCree's first thought when he woke up in his bed that morning. The night before had been a normal occurrence ever since he'd gotten Mustard as a pup. The dog always went out on full moons and McCree always brought him home, usually while very drunk. That didn't mean he was used to it, far from it in fact. Every month he chased that dog, and every month he woke up the next morning nursing a hangover and craving strong, black coffee. Today was no exception.

McCree hissed as he crawled out of bed and reattached his prosthetic arm. His clothes from the night before were scattered haphazardly on the floor. He gathered them up slowly, head pounding a good few nails into his eyes. He dressed as quickly as he could given the circumstances. His hat had seemingly vanished, however. He stood, scratching his head in confusion, when there was a knock at the door. "McCree? Are you awake?" McCree whispered a quick curse as he recognized Winston's voice behind the door. "If I say no, will ya let me sleep in?" He grumbled. He heard a short laugh from the door. "Good morning to you too, Jesse. I just wanted to let you know that Agent Shimada has requested to speak with you. Something about 'lost possessions'. You know anything about that?" McCree rubbed his eyes and thought. "What would Hanzo even- Oh! My hat!" The cowboy glanced at his bedside table. On it sat a piece of blue silk. Where had that come from? Just as he was asking himself this, he heard Winston ask, "Jesse? Did you say your cat was with Hanzo? I knew you had a dog, but..." McCree stuffed the piece of fabric into his pocket and grabbed an old baseball cap from his closet. (It was a joke gift from Genji, and had Duck Dynasty on the front.) "Crap, how much did Han find out last night?" Jesse thought as he opened the door. "Nah, ya got it wrong. I left my hat with Han after... whatever happened last night. "He flashed Winston a weak grin. Winston sputtered. "McCree! Don't tell me that he found out about-" McCree held his hands up in a defensive gesture. "Hey, hold up, I have no idea how much he saw last night. All I know is that I've got this-" he pulled the silk ribbon from his pocket, "so he's bound to have my hat. I can't remember fer the life of me how he and I got around to this little trade, though." Winston groaned. "Just promise me you won't do anything rash. The last thing I need is to have to cover for you again. Remember what happened with Tracer?" McCree shuddered and nodded. "Read ya loud n' clear. I'll keep this quiet and simple-like." Winston frowned suspiciously, sighing as he turned around. "Just... careful."