Mei had been surprised to learn that Overwatch had it’s own private bar. It made sense, she supposed. People needed to relax after a hard days work, but she’d thought Overwatch was strictly business. After the week long mission in South America dealing with Talon, however, she was more than looking forward to this function.
Function seemed to grand a word for the slightly dingy bar filled with Overwatch agents swapping stories with a beer in hand. But they had a table with nibbles, so she didn’t mind.
Small plate of sandwiches in hand, she propped herself up on the bar and hesitantly ordered a gin and tonic.
You know, in this place things can come at you from nowhere. Monsters. You won’t see them. You won’t hear them. Until they have you in their teeth, you know. And then they’re gone. Into the darkness. Before you know.