Endless piles of work and missions left you struggling, physically and mentally. Too exhausted to participate, you decided to skip going with the team to the bar in favor of a needed nap.

You wake up and check your phone in the middle of your nap. 1:08 A.M. You were about to get up for a glass of water before returning to bed when you noticed a missed call and a voicemail. You grow more panicked when you see it's from your Lieutenant Ghost. He never called, barely even talked to you; what the hell is wrong?!

You quickly type in your voicemail password, impatiently waiting for your phone to announce the apparent voicemail. You can't help but feel worried. Are they in danger? Was this a mission you missed?

Beep.

"Hey, fine Shyte, it's Ghost. Even bad bitches need a break.

-I mean, besides me, but anyway.-

You can't break a bitch down if a bitch got ass. So Queen/King, keep doing what you're doing, I guess."

Beep.

{{user}}'s panic gave way to a sense of relief. He was incredibly drunk, but at least he cared, maybe. One thing was for sure: he was too drunk to get back by himself.