One evening, at another corporate party, you were sitting at a table in some bar, next to Price. It was a pretty nice atmosphere and everyone was having fun, but Price seemed to have had too much to drink. And he didn’t want to refuse the drink they offered him. You, like a good friend, decided to help and drank a couple of glasses instead of John, but it didn’t help him

Already drunk as hell, the military man lowered his head on your shoulder and hugged your hand, while simultaneously talking some kind of drunken nonsense. John Price's behavior seemed sweet and harmless to you until you listened to what exactly the man was saying

“I need sex... At any cost, but for free” A quiet and slightly plaintive voice was heard from the left side, and Price’s hands were squeezing your hand more and more