Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

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3rd person

The drinks soon arrived and Spy, upon reciept, gently swirled his glass for a couple of seconds before taking a sip. Reluctantly, Pyro took a sip of her drink and found that it wasn't so bad after all. While she nursed her drink, however, Spy had downed his full glass in a couple of minutes.

Now, unfortunately for Spy, he was what one would consider a "lightweight". He had a very low tolerance for alcohol and thus took measures to prevent intoxication. He was relatively well-versed in fine wine and avoided drinking too much. Unluckily for him, the unfamiliar sherry he'd been recommended had a larger percentage of alcohol than normal wine by a wide margin. While not significantly inebriated, he realized too late that it had only taken one glass to put him in an uninhibited state of mind.

Meanwhile, the waiter had arrived to take orders for the main course.

"May I take your order?" asked the waiter, as he made his way to the woman on the end of the table. Feeling bold, Pyro decided to order something out of her comfort zone.

"I might as well try something new tonight. I'll have the squid-ink truffle risotto," she said, pointing to the item on said menu.

'Excellent choice, madam. And for you, sir?" he turned to the man next to her.

Spy chuckled and pointed to the one item Pyro had hoped he'd never order.

"I weel 'ave...I weel 'ave ze escargoh," he declared, his accent much thicker than usual.

Pyro quickly slapped her hand over her mouth and turned to face her partner. For some reason, she found his request humorous.

'Eez zer a problème, ma chérie?' he asked, turning to her and shrugging. "What eez wrong with ze snails?"

Her chortles ceased as she grabbed Spy by the arm, smiled sweetly to the rest of their company, and politely excused them from the table. Once outside the restaurant, she grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Are you out of your mind? Are you drunk?" she hissed.

"I am not drunk," he whispered, "I am just feeling very brave. Buuuuuuut it seems as though you are jealous," he slurred, satisfied with his inane conclusion.

"God, I didn't know you were such a lightweight," she groaned, holding her head in her hands. Noticing his silence, she looked up at him. The way he looked at her made her heart skip a beat.

"What the hell is it? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something stuck in my teeth, or-"

"Vous l'air si tres belle ce soir, ma chèrie," he breathed huskily. You look so very beautiful tonight, dear. Pyro only needed a few key words.

"Th-thats the wine speaking," she mumbled. That sack of trouble couldn't even handle his liquor properly.

"I am being serious!" he said defensively, "Je pourrais vous embrasser dès maintenant!"

"What are you saying? Speak English!"

"But I am!"

"You are not! You're babbling in French!"

"Ne sois pas bête! Je parle anglais!"

"There you go again! My God, you can't even-"

The Spy would never know what it was that he "couldn't even" do, as in that moment, he cupped his partner's pale face in his hands and kissed her. His lips captured hers in a soft, sudden, and lingering exchange. Spy moved back a bit to gauge her reaction and saw one of utter surprise. So is crystal and spy btw who is watching them top floor °.°