"Victory"

The sound of the announcer's voice echoed through the BLU base. The Sniper slumped from where he sat on his ledge of 2Fort. Finally. It's about time we won he thought wiping the sweat from his forehead with a rag. The RED's had won the last 4 rounds and it was starting to stress him out. Along with his team mates. He stared at the dusty battlefield as his team mates whooped enjoying the release of a victory and the idea of having a day off tomorrow.

He watched as the Scout took out the remaining RED team member's with the Pyro laughing all the while. He chuckled. That scout was an odd one. He then heard the familiar 'whoosh' of a Spy decloaking. He didn't even look round knowing it could only be his team's Spy as the losing team's weapons automatically shut down at the end of the battle.

"Looks like we finally did it mon ami" the Spy said a slender cigarette resting between this thin lips. He rested a hand on the Sniper's shoulder watching the team enjoy their victory. "You got that right, mate" chucked the Sniper a smile on his face. "Cards again tonight?" he asked tilting his hat back looking over his shoulder at the Spy.

"Oui"

Later that night, the BLU base was alive with the sound of drunken singing and laughter. The Demoman had brought out his hefty stock of scrumpy, the engineer his whisky and the Heavy a couple of bottles of his pure Russian vodka. The strong stuff. The combination of alcohol and sweet victory caused the BLU team to join arms in merry song.

The Demoman was passed out near the entrance to the rec hall, a bottle of half-drunk Scrumpy in his slack hand, a further three or four of these bottles littered the floor where the Demoman had crashed. The Soldier, Engineer and Scout were singing drunkenly with cans of beer and glasses of whisky sloshing from their containers as they swayed with arms around one another's shoulders to their tuneless singing.

The Pyro was sat by them, nursing a can with a straw in, humming a broken tune. The Heavy and the Medic were slowly twirling around the empty space in the center of the rec hall. The Medic was singing to the Heavy in soft, slurring German. The Heavy occasionally dipped the Medic low mumbling his title. The Sniper was sat at one of the metal tables a glass of warm amber coloured liquid in his hand. In his other, a hand of cards.

The Sniper knocked back the amber liquid, draining the glass dry before he dropped the glass back onto the table. His tongue ran across his dark lips catching the moist residue. "Yer turn, mate" he said heavily to his opponent opposite him. "But of course" slurred the Spy ever so slightly as he picked up a card from the deck then discarding a card from his hand to another pile. The Sniper did the same before placing down a set of four cards. The Queens. This was bad news for the Spy. The Spy only had five sets to the Sniper's nine, making him the winner. Again.

The Spy gave a sigh before refilling the Sniper's glass as well as his own with the remainder of the content from the bottle of whisky. "Sniper when did you become so good at cards,mon ami?" This was the fifth time this evening that they had played and the Sniper had won them all. The question made the Sniper let out a loud and gruff chuckle, the sound of which made the Spy shiver unconsciously.

"Come now mate you have been calling me that since we started here. Just called me Heath will ya?" said the Sniper as he raised his glass to his lips. The Spy faltered for a moment. This was the first time he has heard the Sniper's name. He knew the rest of his team's names. Not the Sniper's till now.

As a Spy he should know everything about everyone. However the only pieces of information that was on the Sniper's record was an impressive sixteen year service with the Australian Sniper Society as their leading assassin, his last name (which is Mundy) and his Australian Nationality. (Yeah like you couldn't gather that yourself!)

A smile formed on the Spy's lips. "Well then, Bonjour Heath. Je m'appelle David" smirked the Spy as he lifted his glass in mock salute before taking a sip his eyes not leaving the Sniper's face as a look of surprise flashed across the sharp shooter's face, only for a moment. He then shot the Spy a little yet kinda cheeky grin.

"David eh? That's a nice name ya got, spook" Sniper chucked softly as he began to busy himself collecting up the cards and shuffling the deck. "Another game?" Sniper asked trying to make things seem a little more normal. The Spy picked up the empty bottle and stood from his seat. "Then I shall get us another bottle mon ami" he smiled before turning and leaving the table in search of a new bottle.

This gave the Sniper a chance to think. Here he was giving his ruddy name away to the team's elusive Spy and in exchange gained knowledge of the Spy's name. The name that none of the other team knew. David...That name kinda suited the Spy. The Sniper felt his cheeks begin to warm.

He shook his head. Probably just the heat, he thought shrugging out of his jacket a popping a couple of button's from the top of his shirt. That should do it, he though as he dealt out the required cards to play Four Hand. When he had finished dealing the cards out the Spy returned holding not just a bottle of whisky but a bottle of the Heavy's premium vodka.

Perfect.

"Ah Four Hand this time I see, excellent." Spy grinned settling back into his chair picking up his hand of cards and began sorting them out to his liking, switching cards from his hand to his elected cards on the table. The Sniper followed suit. "There is one condition to this game though mate." he said unscrewing the bottle of vodka and filling both his glass and the Spy's fully.

"The loser of each game has to take a shot of Heavy's vodka" he finished a challanging smirk on his face as he watched the Spy pause in thought before returning the smirk.

"You're on mon ami"