It was a simple day at the bases, and you and the Demoman from the opposite team were getting into all kinds of shenanigans, again, as usual. You two had gotten to a small break in the antics though, and were sitting on the roof of the bridge that ran between the bases, drinking and talking like good friends do, even if you weren’t technically supposed to be friends, but who cares? Not you or him, that’s for sure.