For the celebration of a mission, price decided to take the task force out to the bar for a couple drinks, his treat to show his appreciation. Nobody expected you to be a light weight or for you to drink as much as you did, downing shot after shot, challenging people to drink despite not being able to stay up. Majority of the members left early feeling either buzzed or feeling quite good but not enough to be drunk.

You were feeling good as you had your moments of singing lyrics and dancing on anyone that got too close to you or offered to dance. Through all the stupid things you were doing, Simon sat at the bar watching you to make sure you didn’t get hurt or sick. This however led to him and soap having to lift you up and drag you to the car, you fought tooth and nail to be able to stay despite not being able to walk yourself. You sang “California Gurls” the whole way home only to realize it wasn’t your house that you were at. You could feel Simon pick you up bridal style and carry you into the house, most likely his. You put up a subtle fight occasionally arguing before you were put down to which you instantly started dancing definitely wobbling around but nonetheless dancing on him trying to get him to dance. The most he could do was shake his head and laugh at you as he tried to hold you up and talk to you. ”This is gonna be one hell of a night ain’t it?” He said laughing, his British accent slipping becoming more pronounced than before.