Hanzo hadn't always liked to drink. It's a disgusting habit really. It rid people of their senses. He knew that as the next leader of his clan he had to be vigilant. Assassins have come after him after all.
But that changed after Genji died. What could he say. People drank away feelings and he had plenty of feelings to drink away. Guilt. Sadness. Stress. And there were times he would drink even more when he would remember how much Genji used to like to go out and drink.
It got even worse after Genji came back. How was he supposed to accept it. His feelings would jump all over the place when he thought about the half man. Hope. Denial. Anger. Hatred. Confusion.
Genji brought his friend McCree down recently. The cowboy was so infuriating. He would constantly call Hanzo things like Darlin or Honey. But at least the man liked to drink and would sit with Hanzo.
"Hey...hic...uh cowboy let me....hic...feel your hair" ok so maybe it wasn't always a good thing to have someone there while he was drunk.
"My hair?"
"Yeah....hic....it's always under that....hic hat. Is it... Hic....greasy."
McCree just chuckled and took the hat off letting Hanzo play with his hair. Hanzo figured McCree at least had to be buzzed. Normally the cowboy didn't like to be touched. "Kay. Now it's your turn. Let me take your hair down."
Hanzo nods and let's McCree take his hair down out of the band. It fell down a bit past his shoulders. "Hic....I uh...hic....should cut it."
"No, No Darlin. Keep it long. I want to braid it." Yep McCree was definitely drunk too.
"Fine...But you have to help me take care of it" Hanzo smiled drunkinly up at McCree. Keeping it untangled is a pain."
McCree smiled. "I'll brush it for you every night"
