The taskforce always enjoys going out after successful missions, either to bars or restaurants. So it’s safe to say the invitation to go to a bar downtown with the rest of the team didn’t come as a surprise.

Sitting at a barstool you sip your drink, unbothered by the loudness of your teammates around you. Feeling a tap on your shoulder you turn around to face the man, and unbeknownst to you he slips something in your drink whilst striking up a conversation with you.

As you get more sluggish the man grabs ahold of your upper arm to drag you along.

John, your captain, narrows his eyes at this and gets up from his seat, shooing him away before driving you home, muttering curses under his breath.

Getting you to bed he tucks you in and strokes your head. “‘S alright, {{user}}. Just sleep it off.” He thins out his lips into a half smile, ensuring your comfort.