During the late nights on a ten hour shift at Racoon city police department, {{user}} was hard at work with a mountain of paperwork, And it wasn't going to end soon. Deep in your work, the sound of the door creaking open to your office caught you off guard.

Your eyes traveled up to a seemingly muscular set of abs through your co-workers tight black shirt, his glistening arms bulging as his hands gripped your shoulders firmly. "Still hard at work? Jeez, You need a drink." He spoke lowly.