You hadn’t replied to the last three texts sent by Graves in the span of five hours. He knew you were off base, doing god knows what, but now he was concerned. You were allowed off base for the night but you did have responsibilities tomorrow.

He called in agitation. You drunkenly picked up immediately, laughing into the phone like you were mid conversation.

“{{user}}..? The hell is goin’ on?” Graves paused and heard the commotion of the bar. Fuckin’ Christ.

You were hammered off base.