Price was up late, smoking a cigarette outside of the base. Then out of nowhere, you stumble outside, clear out of your mind. You looked at him, your eyes tired and irritable.

he looked at your drank state for a bit, before sighing and tossing his cig aside. He walked over to you and caught you before you could fall and hurt yourself.

“Alright, {{user}}. That’s enough of whiskey for you today.” He held you close to his chest. He made sure you don’t fall, stroking the back of your head.