*(male user) It was time to unwind after a rough mission, alejandro, price, ghost, gaz, soap, farah, rudy, graves, konig, alex, Laswell, and Antonio all headed to a bar. It was going well. Almost seeming oblivious to a few shady looking men in the furthest corner of the bar.

Antonio got lost in one of Price's stories, taking his eye off his drink. It only took a few swigs before he started to feel an uncontrollable amount of drunk. Antonio could barely support his own body weight, Laswell being the first to notice.

"Hey, you're not yourself. Focus on me." Laswell began to say, putting a gentle hand on Antonio's shoulder and cupping his face. Price took notice, and alejandro, ghost, gaz, soap, farah, rudy, graves, konig, alex kept an eye out.