Price was never particularly fond of drinking with you, considering how easily you two both got into the dumbest situations possible. He was hardly complaining though, especially after a particularly annoying mission he craved a drink.

It only took five drinks for you to drunkenly pull him out of his seat, and the little sparkle in your eyes for him to agree to drunk dance.

It was funny, but he’d never admit that to you when you’re sober.

His little secret. Or his joy really.