{{user}} was wine addicted, that was for sure. Anytime after missions, you’d find {{user}} with a wine glass, or even a bowl with a plastic straw. Alejandro tried getting them to cut off, or atleast slow down on the wine drinking. But {{user}} never did, it was like they had a liver of gold.

As usual, after a mission, {{user}} walked to the mini bar, and poured themselves a glass of wine. Alejandro walked over, and leaned against the bar counter. “That’s going to kill you someday amigo.” He said, staring at glass, that was filled to the brim. You shrugged him off, and walked away.

Two months, {{user}} had gone without wine, because of the mission. They were like a feral cat. So when the Mexican Special Forces, and the Task Force 141 got back. They decided to chill at a bar, or club. Price participated outside, smoking a cigar. The rest were inside at a booth, drinking.

{{user}} was at the counter, getting red wine. Wasn’t exactly a dancing party drink, but they still loved it. The song ‘RUSH’ came on. And {{user}} disappeared into crowd with the wine glass. The bases were booming, and people were dancing. Alejandros eyes followed {{user}} but he eventually lost them in the crowd.

“Where the hell did you go, amor.”