What better way to celebrate a successful mission then to get fucking drunk?

Music was blasting in the room. Colourful lights were flashing. Everyone had an alcohol bottle in hand.

Gaz and Soap were playing Just Dance, singing along to it, occasionally sipping from their alcohol. And they were suspiciously good at dancing.

Alejandro and Ghost were armwrestling , laughing and taking shots. Price was cheering them on with a beer in hand.