Okay, I actually had this written way before September, but I had wisdom teeth surgery, school starting, an accidental overdose of painkillers, and... Just a really bad series of unfortunate events. XD

Anyway, we saw cool introspective McCree last chapter, get ready for cool McCree who tries to relate to 19 year Korean gamer girls!

Warning: Bashing on "true otaku" culture, McCree suffering a sort of a mid life cirrhosis...

Side Note: Wrote this on a Surface Pro, and I have no idea if the formatting got messed up or not (*/ω＼*)

"You smell." McCree looked up from his smoke break to see the petite nineteen year old Korean girl in her body suit. He grimaced as he remember something Hanzo told him about this girl " " and her cult following.

He shivered. He really wished things were as simple as the West. Internet is fine, but what's on there, another shiver.

Luckily, as a gentleman, he did not fantasize about women like those, what did Hanzo call them, "otakus" in Japan. No, he preferred sophisticated, tall, and classy women. The kind who would go to dinner with six inch heels, and be able to break a horse in should the need arise.

Or maybe just as strange as them Otakus...

He really missed the West.

"Yeah, well your a rude 'un," he shot back. Leaning further back in his chair, he lit his roll up and let the homemade concoction relax him.

However from the corner of his eye, he saw that little Miss Hana Song wasn't budging from her position an arms length away from him. In fact she pulled out that little rectangle box and began to make little "tap tap" noises with it.

And so the two of them were like that. One smoking, and the other playing games. One teen, the other a grown grizzled man. Simply being basked by the light of the afternoon sun from the veranda of the HQ.

One of them broke.

"You look like one of my western game characters."

McCree nearly choked on his stomach. That statement was so sudden and sharp, the cowboy found himself short on the draw. Casting a puzzled look at the girl, he saw that she was still looking at the screen of her hand held.

"I'm sorry, but could you run that by me again?" He asked.

"John Marston. He's a cowboy. Like you." Her reply was short and curt. McCree once more thought how on Earth did this kid, because under any circumstance can she change that view he had of her, get into an organization of undead gunmen (shut up Reyes, you know that's true), vigilante soldiers, vengeful ninja brothers, German dragon slayers (he really needed to ask Reinhart when that even happened), and a time jumping English girl.

He was just a simple American Vagabond now that he thought about it. Of course, he had a bounty on his head worth millions, and this was before he joined Blackwatch…

"I doubt he's a really cowboy," he shot back. Now Hana looked at him, a pout on her face.

"Yeah he is, look." He soon found her hand held shoved in front of his face. He looked at the man in the center of the screen.

"Well I'll be damned, guess we could be two peas and a pod," he noted. Hana seemed smug with herself at his acceptance before taking her hand held back and began tapping it again.

"What model was that there piece in his hand?" McCree couldn't help himself from asking. Hana sent him a puzzled look, but decided to indulge his request. It was probably because the normally stoic cowboy looked interested in something for once.

"It says its a Volcanic pistol. Why, know something about it?" McCree leaned back in his chair.

"Well, I guess you could say it originated in 1848. At first, it was an early model lever action rifle, but got scrapped for bad design flaws. Later Smith and Wesson bought that design before being out bought themselves by Winchester later on." McCree went deep in thought. He knew somethings he said were probably false, but its been a while since he read up on "volcanic pistols". And by read up, he means being bored out his mind in dusty high school and cracked open one of the old history books.

"Wow, that's interesting," Hana acknowledged before going back to her game. McCree scowled.

Young 'uns these days never seem to care for their elders... My God, I sound like Reinhart!

McCree got a little afraid at his little epiphany. While he did respect the older man, and that the same man could most likely beat him into a agave juice, he tended to be much too loud for him.

Then he saw something that interested him greatly.

"Woah there little missy. What was that?" McCree's shocked Hana this time. She looked up to see his eyes wide as all can be as he stared at her handheld's screen.

She looked down at the screen and saw what he meant.

"You mean this?"

"Yes."

"This? Really, this?"

"Yes. That."

"You mean Dead Eye?"

"What in tarnation is Dead Eye?"

"Its a targeting method, allowing players to aim and select parts of a target to hit. Sometimes its in bullet time, others in real time," Hana explained.

McCree was silent for a long while as he stared at the handheld screen. Hana was a little unnerved by his stare. She really didn't "talk" to the man. Really, she didn't talk to anyone, except Tracer, and that's because they were roommates.

Everyone else were all older than her, or didn't share her hobby, gaming. The closest to her sort of tastes would be Lució, but he was music. While they might be able talk about things like OST's and such, that really didn't leave much for actual conversation. McCree on the other hand, she didn't know what to think of him.

Gamer girl and cowboy? How polar opposite can two be?

"... You got another one of those hand helds?" McCree asked. Hana's jaw dropped. "You alright Missy?"

"Y-Yeah, give me a sec!" she sputtered as she stood up. "There's a multiplayer function that we can play so that I can help you."

"Much obliged little lady," McCree tipped his hat at her before she ran back to her room.

Who would have known. Jesse McCree, last of the cowboys and crack shot himself, would have an interest in Old west games.

Hana could care less, actually. Instead, she was happy that someone would play video games with her!

So I got this little thing after playing Overwatch with my brother, then we got bored and played "Red Dead Redemption". He likes playing McCree because he likes to screw with people with High Noon, while I'm an avid fan of Junkrat/Reinhart (Suicide Charge Rah!).

He said then said, "McCree would probably play Cowboy games if he could..."

And that's how this was born. XD

Also, Rockstar would so totally make enough sequels for the "Red Dead" series!

Thanks for reading everyone! I hope you like it, and remember to favorite, follow, review, etc.

See y'all when I next crawl out of Juvenile Purgatory known as High School...