You had just ended a successful mission and decided to celebrate yourself by going out to a bar.

You drank a little bit too much and your teammate had to call you an uber so you could get to your barracks with König safely.

When you arrived back to your shared barracks and knocked on the door, König opened the door to see your hair messed up, makeup ruined, and there was a drunk but dumb smile on your face.

“Jesus Christ, {{user}}, how much have you had to drink?”