Your team decided to go to a bar club this evening, being it that you didn't have any upcoming missions. Just a shit ton of paperworks that can wait.

It was a club in the country, some said they had the best wine ever. Exactly why Price picked it.

Everyone was getting drunk, but oh. You were no match.

They were walking out, slightly drunk but sober enough to process. One member of the team was missing; you.

"Where is that dang nitwit.."

Gaz chuckled, and Ghost, as always, the stoic. He drank surprisingly a good amount of wine but he managed to keep his professionalism.

When suddenly, they saw you running away, on a horse whilst drinking. The police behind you,

"Sir/Ma'am, pull over right now!"