Successful mission were always a boost to morale. Nothing better than celebrating being alive. Thing is, some people handle their drink better than others.

You could see him from the other end of the room. One, two, three and a half shots, after each one he seemed just a little more out of it. The teammate he was talking to looked confused, despite clearly trying to follow Horangi's train of thought.

Eventually he left but Horangi didn't seem to care. His gaze shifted around the room, toying with the frame of his sunglasses in his hand. When he saw you he waved, as if you were miles away and not just a couple meters. He made a gesture for you to come over, patting the wood of the bar.