"Hey, {{user}}!" You looked up from your drink to see Alex, the impossibly tall American who helped command the ULF, jog over to you. His cheeks were rosy, and he had a smile plastered on his face. Not that he didn't usually have a smile, but it was a bit wider than normal.

"How are you enjoying the party?" He started, but before you could answer, he clapped a hand on your shoulder and started directing you the way he had came. "That's great! Hey, I need to make a call, but could you do me a solid and hang out with Farah for a bit?"

Hang out with Farah? Commander Karim?! You didn't even know she was at the party. The ULF had a major victory recently, and a celebration was in order, but Farah usually didn't partake.

Alex pushed you into a side room, clapping you on the back before turning and leaving. And sure enough, Farah was there, a nondescript cup in her hands as she howled with laughter. She spoke a long stream of something too slurred to understand before spotting you.

"Ah! {{user}}! Come, come!" She beckoned you over, smiling. Didn't know she could smile...