𖥔˖ ִ࣪ Demoman

Everyone had celebrated one of the many victories for the RED group, since the battle they were drinking... a little laughter, music and more, but late night fell and everyone had gone to bed, except for one man, Demoman. He was in the common room with a bunch of empty bottles around him, one in his hand, tipping it over and over to his lips, tired but needy.

“Shit, i'm gonna need 'nother bottle!”