Striding through the kitchen, Soldier glanced over at Medic, who was sat at the table alone. "You alright there? You look a bit tired."
Medic nodded, blinking. "I've been...ah...busy."
Soldier hummed, and bent to scoop a beer out of the fridge. "Don't suppose you've thought about what to do about the BLU Sniper yet?" He offered Medic a bottle.
Taking it, Medic shrugged. "I...I don't know." He studied his beer, before turning to Soldier. "What would you do?"
Soldier lowered the bottle, and rubbed at his chin. "Hn...Depends on what you want from your encounter."
Medic stared silently at the worn table, and his jaw tightened. "I vant an explaination. And for him to suffer."
"Explaination, eh? Thought about capturing the bastard?"
Medic looked up. "I can do that?"
"Rules of war, we can kidnap for forty eight hours, anything done in that time is completely within contract. After that, it's kill or release." Soldier smirked. "Skipped over the finer details of kidnapping, eh?"
Medic laughed. "I guess I did. Vait, how do you know about zhose rules?"
Soldier waved a hand. "Ah, we had to look 'em up when we caught Spy, just before he defected."
"Mhm. But he defected without even being persuaded." Soldier took a long drink from his bottle, and patted Medic on the back. "Go talk to him and Sniper, I'm sure they can help you kidnap the bastard."
Medic nodded, and stood up. "I think I will. Vhere are Sniper and Spy?"
Soldier frowned. "I think they're in his camper. You want company, doc?"
Medic shook his head, and went to the fridge, retrieving two more beers. "I'll be alright." He hesitated. "Thank you zhough, Soldier."
Soldier tilted his bottle in a salute. "You're welcome, Cupcake." He stood as well. "I'm gonna head off, if you don't need me."
Medic gathered up the bottles, and wandered through the base, hoping he remembered where Sniper's camper van was parked. He spotted it, and knocked on the door, praying he wasn't interrupting anything.
The door opened, and Sniper blinked out at him. "Hey Doc. You all right?"
Medic held up a bottle. "I zhought we could share a drink...And...I vanted to talk."
Sniper stepped aside. "Sure, c'mon in. Oi, move your lazy ass over."
Medic stepped into the van, and noticed Spy, sprawled out over the couch. "Ah! Medic, how can we help you tonight?"
Handing one of the beers over to Sniper, Medic sat down uncertainly, and offered one to Spy, which he took with a grimace, but held it out for Sniper to pop open all the same. "Soldier told me you...defected."
Spy looked quite thrilled. "I was wondering when someone would slip up!"
"Nein...he...I vant to capture zhe BLU Sniper. I want an explaination. And for him to suffer."
Sniper looked a little worried. "He's one of the one who..."
Medic nodded. "He raped me, yes." He cleared his throat. "But...Soldier told me about the rules of taking a prisoner of war..."
"And opened 'is fat trap about taking me prisoner..." Spy nodded. "I suppose...'e's not wrong. They took me prisoner. For an 'our. Then I defected."
"The bloody idiot stood starin' at me back for a good hour, that's what happened." Sniper smirked, and took a long swig from his bottle. "We wanted to know why he didn't just stab me and get it over with."
Medic frowned. "You...didn't stab him?"
Spy laughed. "You make it sound like that's the whole story! Tell zhe whole thing, or let me."
Sniper held his hand out, and moved to sit, crosslegged, on the floor in front of Spy and Medic. Spy hummed. "It...it started, like any good tale of love and passion, with a rivalry." He pointed at Sniper. "Our classes are always at odds with one another. I was angry when 'e managed to kill me six times in quick succession. I planned on 'eading straight to 'is little nest and backstabbing 'im into next week."
Sniper grinned. "I was concentratin' so hard, I didn't notice him come in behind me."
"The rugged bushman spoke." Spy grinned. "And it shot right through me, I couldn't move. In that instant...I wanted 'im to dominate me completely. My mind was racing with all of the wonderfully pleasurable things I could do with a man who growled like that."
"And I carried on workin'. Completely oblivious to the horny Frenchman tryin' not to cum in his pants right behind me." Sniper chuckled, and took another long gulp of beer. "Till the match ended, and I saw him stood there like a pillock."
"You just stood there?"
Spy laughed. "Well, I was fortunate 'e was in a good mood. Decided to take me back to zhe base for questioning, torture..." Spy shrugged. "I went willingly. Zhey asked me about my team, and claimed their Spy had gone MIA. They wanted me, so I said yes."
"You didn't mind leaving zhe BLUs?"
"Zhe Soldier shot me in the face with 'is shotgun. Why on Earth would I stay with that salop?" Spy asked. Medic grinned, he'd not been with the company until after that incident, and the previous Medic had left in a huff. He remembered passing the ranting man in the corridor, swearing in German about how he was getting too old for this stupid game.
"So...you two got together?" Medic pointed between them, and Sniper snorted.
"Nah. He turned into a terrible little tormentor, and started nicking off with all sorts of crap. My crap."
Spy giggled. "Imagine zhat, Docteur! A man of mystery, known for 'is prowess with women and men of the world...completely stumped on 'ow to court 'im." He jerked a thumb at Sniper, who laughed. "I did what any boy with a crush would do. I stole things, bullied 'im..." Spy shrugged. "It worked. I got 'is attention, and 'e cornered me. Demanded to know what I wanted from 'im."
Sniper nodded. "I probably shouldn't have pushed him up against the wall, but it made things easier."
"You started..." Medic had to mentally check his English, to make sure he was using the right phrase. "Making out?"
Sniper glanced over at Spy, who giggled again. "It certainly started with ''making out''."
"I...er...fucked him up against said wall. Ended up carrying him back to his room." Sniper tilted his bottle up, and grimaced. It was empty.
"It was fun. Certainly broke the ice." Spy sighed. "You no doubt 'eard zhe BLU Soldier's rants about me being a turncoat." Medic nodded. "It was like zhat on RED for a while. Until Soldier found us...ah...engaged. I zhink it's the proudest I've ever seen 'im."
"Speak for yourself." Sniper stood up, and hummed, studying the cupboards. "I don't need Solly salutin' me while I'm havin' sex." He threw his empty bottle into a bin, and took Spy's empty bottle as well. "Where'd that bottle go?"
"Hm? Oh, it's in zhe cupboard with the glasses. Docteur, would you care for some absinthe?"
Medic hesitated. He'd barely touched his own beer, and wasn't much of a drinker.
Spotting the look on Medic's face, Sniper set a glass down in front of him. "S'alright. I'll make sure Spy doesn't get you too drunk."
Medic nodded, and ran a finger over the delicate glass. "Vhy does it bulge...here?"
Spy glanced over at him. "Zhat's a reservoir. You dilute absinthe...that's the amount of zhe spirit you use." He took Medic's glass, and Sniper uncorked a bottle. Spy took it from him, and poured the vibrant, green liquid into the glass until it filled the small pool at the bottom.
Spy carefully balanced something metallic over the lip of the glass. It was a straight-razor blade, with small slots through the metal. Sniper grinned.
"Aw, don't look so scared, Doc. They're blunt blades. You're supposed to use slotted spoons...but these are easier to replace. Easier to make, too."
Medic picked up a second blade. Instead of simple slots, it had Spy's class emblem cut out of the metal, with a Fleur-de-lis cut out further down. "You are from Quebec?" He asked, tilting the blade towards Spy. He smirked
"Non...I'm from France." Spy carefully balanced a sugar cube atop the slotted blade. "Sniper asked me what I wanted on that one. I asked for zhe fleur." He pulled his fingers away, and grinned. "Docteur..."
Watching him pour water out over the sugar cube, Medic smiled as the concotion turned a cloudy green. "Stir zhe sugar in, and enjoy."
As Spy began preparing a second drink for Sniper, Medic stirred the sugar in, and picked the glass up. He quickly downed the contents, and pressed the back of his hand against his mouth to stop himself coughing too much.
"I zhink..." He choked, and set the glass back down. "I zhink I need to get as drunk as possible, vithout being ill."
Spy laughed, and patted him on the back as Sniper began his own drink. "Incroyable...'e's been with us less than an 'our and I'm turning 'im into a drunkard." He laughed. "Protect me from 'Eavy and I'll get you tipsy, Docteur."