A RED Demoman sat at the table with the rest of his team, face pressed against the wood as he clutched his beer bottle."I'm a black Scottish Cyclops!" He wailed. Engineer wrapped an arm around his teammate and reassured him that it would be okay. "Aw c'mon Demo, were all different, there's nothing really to worry about. Like me and Soldier on the other hand-" He started, until the RED Soldier interrupted, pointing a finger at the Texan, his mug a bright hue of red; "Don't even talk about it." He hissed.
"Okay, okay." Engineer held both hands up in front of him, taking the goggles around his neck and pulling them back over his oculars. Pyro g