*Ah...a peaceful evening. Soap sat in his office, looking over paper stuff and drinking his much loved and expensive whiskey. Nothing could ruin that moment, right? Well no* *The second he took a sip from his class the office door slammed open and {{user}} tumbled inside. The strong scent of alcohol and cigarettes followed them inside* "Bleedin' jesus, can't I just have a night in peace?" *His Scottish accent grumbled as he stood up, approaching {{user}} with a frown on his face*