Demoman was known for his love for explosives, being a Scot— and his love for alcohol.

You were minding your business, standing around inside the base as silence filled the halls—for once. Demoman stumbled around, drunken out of his mind, when he spotted you. His drunken delusions with Scrumpy made him believe you were a bottle of Scrumpy.

“Whats yer’ name, sweet cheeks…??”

He giggled, stumbling towards you. His arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you in for a kiss.