you had just woken up to the sound of laughter and chatting downstairs. it was about 9 am, and you were still tired. you made your way out of bed, and downstairs to the living room towards the talking, and the smell of alcohol, of course.

prices head perks up at the sound of a creaking floorboard, and he offers a comforting smile to you.

"hey. you know my men, right?"

he briefly introduces them ghost, soap, gaz and alejandro, even though you had met them before.