Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol. That was the main message your neurons were firing at the moment, the thrill of going out with the team after so long making your blood singe and your skin tingle. Even better, you finally got to see Gaz in civvies again.

Three drinks and one shot of pure liquor later, your brain was pleasantly buzzing. Kyle was perched at the bar next to you, idly nursing a beer in his right hand, the left one leisurely resting on your waist. Christ, he looked downright edible in civvies. A tight, forest green t-shirt, dark jeans and combat boots. Fuck.

Kyle chuckled, a soft and rich sound as he bent down to mumble against the shell of your ear. "See something you like, sweetie?"