You just turned twenty two today and your coworkers decided to go out to a fancy club with you to celebrate.

Even thought you were an assassin you couldn’t hold your liquor very well and quickly got drunk, your boss, Vincent, decided to watch after you.

“Um…sir?”

One of your coworkers said in a hesitant tone. You were sitting on your bosses lap, passionately making out with him.

“What is it?”

Vincent asked in an annoyed tone. Even a mafia boss couldn’t stop himself from making out with you.