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"Drunko": Demoman x Reader

A/N: First time actually making a lovey thing ! Hope its good ^^
Warning: really poor attempt of making an Irish reader :')

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It wasn't much of a special day. It was just you, a couple of goons in your bar and some other bartenders and workers.

Just serving some people their drinks. At this moment you were wiping a glass with a towel like you always do. Like all other bartenders do. You whistled along to the music that played in the bar. It echoed beautifully throughout the bar.

Just at the perfect moment, one of the regulars have walked in to your bar. Having it that he would come here every night, you are pretty much—not surprised that he came in here every god damn night.

Not that you complained. You enjoyed his company. He may be drunk almost the whole time but he becomes pretty wholesome if you push away the loudness.

Tavish came to sit in the seat where he always sits. The one next to the bar counter. He always loves to chat with you, even when he was drunk out of his wits. The man also loves to be first served by default.. Maybe some favoritism.

He might also just prefers that you serve him.

"Tavish! Welcome back! The usual?" You asked him with a smile on your face as you push back a lock of hair on your face. Tavish had his beanie on and he smiled at you.

"Oh ya kno' it, lass/lad!" He chirped. "Ye'know me so well." That made you smile and chuckle. You then go and grab the drink Tavish loves oh so much. Scrumpy. You took it back to him. The full bottle, the man loves that drink more than his liver.

Tavish took the bottle and started downing it. It was nice to talk to him even though he would slur most of the time. He was a little more competent then the other people who came here.

"How was work today, Mr. Tavish?" You asked kindly, taking another glass to wipe. Tavish placed down the half-empty bottle.

"Oh! It was great, lass/lad! Victory was ours! Came ere' ta' celebrate." Tavish raised his bottle a little, clearly happy. You knew all about his mercenary work. You smiled to yourself.

"Dont ya usually spend it with those friends o' yours?" You questioned, placing down the glass you wiped to pick up another and wiped again. Tavish watched you intently as you did so.

"Thas' the thing! I decided ta' spend it with ya. Ceasefire week is this week." He explained taking another swig of his drink before continuing. "How about ya, lass/lad? How was yer werk? Prolly good cause Im here." He joked.

"Ha! We had a barfight last night! Beat the crap out of those guys.. They know better than to start a fight in my bar." You recalled what happened last night. A fight had broken out and you needed to teach all the idiots a lesson and kicking them out of the bar. You also banned them for a week to think about what they did.

Tavish laughed.
"Ah! Good job then! Wish I was there to see ya kick ass. Really rare times." Tavish muttered out the last bit.
You laughed about it with him.

That was it for the whole night. You and Tavish laughed and talked for the remaining night. That ended a bit after somebody decided to offer a challenge to have a drinking contest with Tavish. A bad choice if you ask me.

Both stood on the stools from the bar, drinking. One side was cheering and coaching for the other guy meanwhile you and some other people were cheering on for Tavish.