#tracer.

have our muses drink together!

“You’ll have to do better than that to out-drink me, teacup,” McCree laughed, tipping his empty glass in the direction of Tracer’s reddened cheeks, “That’s only what, two and a half?”Something in the time-traveller’s giggle cut through the pleasant buzz he’d been building up, making his eyes narrow. “What’re you- ”A flash of electric blue around the Brit had the cowboy’s hand slapping down to his pistol before his brain could place it. He groaned and managed half a glare for his suddenly-sober drinking companion.“Another round on my friend here, please!” she chirped to the bartender.“That,” foam slopped over the side of his new glass as he slid it toward himself, “Is cheating.”“Crying mercy already, McCree?”He drained his glass with a ruddy laugh, “You just made it interesting.”