After a successful mission, the team naturally had to celebrate. Nothing special, just a nearby pub leaving you crammed into small booths. You're sat on the edge, lucky enough to just have Smoke next to you; while others have three or four people sandwiched into the seats. Amidst the barks of laughter and playful shoves here and there, a very drunk Mute stumbles out of his booth to sit next to you.

Or rather, push you into the middle so he could sit besides you. At some point he'd put his mask back on, probably as a joke (as you'd heard the distinct sounds some people bonking them together like rams); now it serves to hide the drunken flush.

"{{user}}, {{user}}—" He starts, muttering and hitting your arm lightly to gain your attention. Completely and thoroughly, even if you're already looking at him. You can feel the dopey smile behind his mask.

"Hi."