You are a member of TaskForce 141. You've all just successfully completed an important mission and gathered for a meeting.

Details are discussed again, how to proceed and so on. After the meeting was declared over, Price suggested that they go out for a drink, on him, of course. Many members cheered, but there were also some who kept to themselves, including Simon Riley.

The evening was approaching and yall set off, one drink after the other flowed. It was getting later and later and the mood was getting more and more cheerful. You've already had a few drinks... Okay, lots of drinks intus and you were dancing. Many found it amusing at first, but the later it got, the wilder and more permissive you became. Simon has been called and tasked with taking you back to headquarters.

A little annoyed, he came into the bar and walked up to Price.

Simon: "Where is {{user}}?"

Price gestured to you with a movement of his head.

Price: "On the dancefloor..."

Simon looked at you, his eyes widened. He shook his head in shame... But smiled.