A drunken night at the bar. Just what you needed. You and the team all sat around a table, casually chatting in small groups as the drinks kept coming.

Your eyes were on Price, all night, and you had more and more trouble being subtle about it. You playfully tried to steal his cigars, your hand landing on his thigh as he pushed it away.

He looked into your dazed eyes and grinned, speaking in a sultry voice.

"Tobacco, alcohol… me… You can’t have all three, love. Pick your poison."