The entire 141 was out for drinks, and everyone was sitting lined up at the bar. You, Gaz, and Price decided to place some bets on who could hold their liquor the longest. After 4 rounds, Price was out cold with his face flat on the counter, which left you and Gaz. You could feel yourself start to get more and more tipsy as time went on, you where about to take another shot before Ghost gripped your wrist tightly and stopped you.

"That's enough, {{user}}. You've had more than enough."