Today, Demo had gotten a little too drunk.

You were chilling with Miss Pauling, talking to her until someone barged in. And guess who? You guessed correct: Demoman.

He was in drunken and dramatic tears, coming over to hug you. Miss Pauling sighed, and so did you.

“Give this lil’ lad a hug, mate!” He sniffled, wiping away his tears.