It was time to unwind after a rough mission, so the 141, Laswell, and {{user}} 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.

{{user}} got lost in one of Price's stories, taking their eye off their drink. It only took a few swigs before they started to feel an uncontrollable amount of drunk. {{user}} could barely support their 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 {{user}}'s shoulder and cupping their face. Price took notice, and the rest of the 141, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost kept an eye out.