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Reinhardt // Drinking Games

     You flushed red at the complement. "Oh, then thank you."

     "Between you and me," he hummed, leaning in and lowering his voice, "you are probably more capable than most of the people in this unit. You do not show any fear out there, you are much more confident in your actions." 

     "It's only out there on the battlefield that I am so sure of myself, though," you chuckled. "There is more to knighthood than fighting. I only consider myself to be talented in that one aspect."

    "Knighthood is the quest for glory, and it is a quest that you seem to be completing with ease." He laughed, slapping you on the back. The force of his palm sent you into a small coughing fit, and you brought your hands up to cough into them, abandoning your drink. It was enough to distract him from his previous train of thought, and he grabbed the drink off of the table and finished it off in one shot. 

     "Hey!" you cried, your voice only slightly whiny.

      "Relax, I can buy you as many drinks as you can hold." He grinned at seeing you suddenly go quiet at his offer as you became slightly flustered. "Though, you don't look like you can hold many. You aren't very big, you know."

     "You'd be surprised," you huffed, standing up to his challenge. He brought himself to his feet with you, and you were once again having to look up to meet his gaze. 

     "We can have a contest, perhaps?"

     As you approached the bar counter, the customers dispersed, making room for Reinhardt to come through. You followed timidly at first, but then reminded yourself that you had a victory to secure and straightened your posture. "First one to be completely drunk loses?"

     "Yes. If you'd like, I'll let you have a handicap. Maybe for every one drink you have, I'll have two? My tolerance is quite good, I think I could still win." Reinhardt flashed you a teasing smile.

     "You wish I'd give you such an easy excuse for losing," you fired back jovially. 

     In the next moment, the bartender had laid out several mugs of beer in front of you. You stared at Reinhardt, and he winked. "Don't back out now," he taunted.

     You turned your head, scooping up a mug and bringing it to your lips, chugging the liquid inside determinedly. By the time you slammed your mug down on the counter, Reinhardt was already on his second one. "I said not to give me a handicap! Wait for me before you start on another mug!"

     He ignored you, so you hurried to grab another one, tossing it back as quickly as you could manage. You were on your fourth when you slumped over against the counter, the world around you spinning. "Ugh," you groaned, "Rein . . ."

     It was only then that he looked over, his previously boastful expression now concerned. "Already?" He set his half-finished drink on the counter. 

     You would've shoved him for being so condescending, even if it was just teasing, but the world wasn't stable enough for you to move, so you just stumbled off of your chair and into him. "I think I'm going to puke."

     One of your unit's knights laughed noisily beside you. "Using alcohol to take advantage of innocent girls, Reinhardt? For shame!"

     Reinhardt steadied you, bringing you to your feet with a firm grasp on your waist so that you wouldn't tumble over. The angles and edges of the room curved and dipped around you. Somehow, though, the dizzy feeling that overwhelmed you as you leaned into Reinhardt was even more unsteadying. You weren't alert enough to process what exactly Reinhardt was saying as he guided you over to the restroom. 

     He guided you to the small quarters, hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside with you and shut the door. You shook your head as he tried to pull you towards the sink. "I'm okay," you assured him.

     "You're drunk," he corrected with a chuckle. 

     "I don't think I'm going to get sick anymore, though." You closed your eyes, tired of how the room danced around you. How was it that Reinhardt was able to remain almost completely sober?

     You felt him brush a few loose strands of hair out of your flushed face, and reopened your eyes to meet his gaze. He stared back with eyes of striking blue, the same self-assured smile on his face that you'd seen so many times before. You were suddenly aware of how alone you two were, and how small the bathroom seemed with the two of you in it. "It may just be the alcohol, but I think I have something a bit reckless to ask."

     "Ask away." His hands still lingered on your waist.

     Averting your gaze, you quieted your voice. "Will you kiss me?"

     He was taken aback at first, but quickly regained his grin. "I certainly would like to."

     You didn't wait for any more elaboration on his part, standing on your toes and tilting your head up, pressing all of your weight into him. His lips met yours softly, carefully, as though he would break you if he got ahead of himself. Your eyelashes brushed against his cheek as your eyes fluttered closed, your face red and your pulse racing. You tried to tempt him further, pushing your lips to his more fervently, but he pulled away. 

     "Not like this," he told you, a gentle smile lacing his face. His face had turned a light shade of red as well, his breath quicker than you were used to. "You aren't thinking straight right now."

     "I don't ever think straight when you're around," you replied quickly.

     "Another time, we can do more. Not when you've had so much to drink, though."

     You rested your head on his chest tiredly. "Promise?"

     "I promise. You are my honor and my glory."