Now because of that translocator thing all I can think about is McCree showing up at a nice restaurant alone all dressed up. He asks for a table for two, sits down, orders a drink, and just waits. Other patrons think he’s been stood up when his pocket starts beeping and he throws a purple disc on the opposite chair and Sombra suddenly drops into the chair from nowhere, all dolled up for their date and she’s like “Lo siento llego tarde. I had to get away from Gabe…”

itshigh-boop:

McCree: *sighs* I wish you didn’t have to work with him.

Sombra: *fixing her hair and smoothing out her dress* I know but we all have to do things we don’t like. How’s the wine?

McCree: S’alright. I’d prefer some whiskey, though.

Sombra: Maybe some other night. Let’s pretend like we have some culture tonight.

McCree: Awww, I’m plenty cultured!

The other patrons, still wondering where on earth this woman came from: