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As they walk to dinner Kevin firmly grabs Tracer’s ass. “I still can’t believe I can just do this!”

“Do what?” She asks.

“Grab your ass freely.” He squeezes both of her cheeks. “I just can’t believe how good it actually is.”

“Well, good diet and exercise will do that.”

“God I just want to rip that suit off of you so bad right now!”

“Hey don’t get hard now, that little thing in the shower was to try to keep you good for the night.”

“Can’t help it, your ass is too good.”

“It’s really that good?”

“It’s mesmerizing, I think I’m under your booty spell.” Kevin lowers his head down right behind Tracer’s ass staring intently as it jiggles and bounces with each of her steps.

“Oh get up!”

“Can’t. Hypnotized. By. Booty,” he says in a fake strained voice. They reach the cafeteria and Kevin lets the joke go. As they arrive they are greeted by a cheer from the whole crew. Kevin looks around the room seeing a few new faces. He recognizes Kiriko, Widowmaker, Ashe, and Brigitte.

“Sorry there is a few people not in attendance.” Mercy says walking up to them. “But we have a lot of booze so have some fun!” Kevin walks over to the buffet table and sees that they filled a section with ice for keeping the drinks cool. He grabs a few beers and joins everyone at the table.

“Nice to meet you Kev,” Ashe says in a southern drawl. “Right now we’re seeing who can out drink Brig.” Kevin looks down at the table to see a ton of beer bottles. In front of Brigitte alone are 8.

“How are you able to do that?” Kiriko asks Brigitte.

“When you have to drink against Reinhardt, you get good fast,” She says in return. Kevin looks toward Widowmaker to see that instead of beer bottles she has two wine bottles in front of her. She drinks straight from a third bottle in her hand.

“Why is she drinking wine?” Kevin asked. Widow slams her bottle down on the table to answer.

“The same augments that turn my skin blue suppress my metabolism.”

“She can’t get drunk at the same speed as us so we decided to handicap her,” Ashe points out.

“They couldn’t even find a good French Wine for me,” Widow says with a disgusted look on her face. “We have the money to buy Dva a 200 billion dollar mech upgrade but I’m left drinking Charbonnay.”

“Don’t you mean Chardonnay?” Kevin asks chuckling at her.

“No, Charbonnay from the Delaware Water Gap.” The table breaks out in laughter as she turns the label around to show everyone.

Mei walks up holding a margarita. “Hey guys, who’s winning?” She asks slurring her word a bit.

“Brig, but seeing how much tequila you put in a margarita might put you in the lead.” Kiriko says with a smirk. “Careful Kevin, she’s known to get a little too loose when she’s drunk.”

“I do not!” Mei yells blushing.

Brigitte slams another beer bottle down on the table. “You lightweights need to catch up!”

Mei gulps down the rest of her margarita and goes to make other. Kiriko wasn’t kidding, Mei was basically swapping the proportions for sour mix and tequila.

“Hey where’s Dva and Sombra?” Tracer asks the table.

“We don’t know where Sombra is but as usual Dva can’t be bothered to leave her game,” Ashe answers.

Tracer sits down holding a glass of bourbon. “Do you not drink beer Tracer?” Kevin inquires.

Before she can answer a now 2 beers drunker Ashe cuts in. “Nah, little miss high and mighty doesn’t like the taste of beer.”

“Shut up Ashe,” Widow says placing her third empty bottle of wine on the table.

“Is mercy not participating?” He asks everyone.

“Mercy doesn’t join us anymore, we don’t know how the hell she does it but Mercy laps us. She stopped participating when she almost gave Kiriko **** poisoning.” Brig says putting her tenth empty on the table.

“That was such an overreaction, I puked once and she freaked out,” Kiriko says in a frustrated tone.

“We’re lucky Zarya isn’t here, she goes vodka bottle to beer bottle with Brig,” Ashe says fully drunk off of five beers. The night continues and as predicted Brig wins after drinking 12 bottles. As the night winds down she proudly walks off with barely a sway in her step. The party ends and they all head back to their rooms. Kevin walks back to his room alone, Tracer wasn’t feeling very well so he couldn’t get another fuck session out of her. As Kevin unlocks his room he feels someone grab his ass. He turns around to see a very very drunk Mei.

“Heyyyyy s-sexy w-wanna have sssome fun??” She says as she slurs every word. Kevin comes to a crossroad he’d been at before. While he was feeling a little tipsy he was still very much in control. The age old question that had faced many men before, the question that separated the good men from the bad, do I sleep with the drunk chick? Mei grabbed at his crotch feeling around for his dick. “Oooooohhhh, y-y-you got a liddle somethen thair.” Kevin took Mei by the hand and brought her to her room. After opening her door he placed Mei on her bed. Mei was frantically trying to pull her jeans down. He thought about it, she was on a silver platter ready and waiting for him. Kevin made the right choice and left her in her room to sleep it off. As he walked back to his room, even though he knew he had made the better choice he imagined what she would be like in bed.