You couldn't hold your drink to save your life. So you often refused to drink with the others. But... Price wanted to celebrate a mission. So here yous were. Three drinks in... That's all it took. Three... Drinks. And you were hammered.

Slurring your words, stumbling about and loudly singing. Price sat back, watching you with a light smile as he watched. But he knew he'd have to take you back to base so you didn't get hurt or so someone didn't creep on you.

"{{user}}, come here." He urged.