Oh, a drunk night out in the pub with the boys never meant innocent fun. Sure, they're good company, but lord above, they are wild.

Soap laughed loudly, slamming his beer mug onto the table as you lost yet another game of darts, too disoriented to even see the board clearing without the room moving around in your vision. The team whistled, arms crossed. Soap would be cruel with the bet you lost.

"Aha! Ther', I won tha', lass. Y'know what tha' means, aye?" He grinned.

"Like w' agreed. Got to show us alll your piercin's and tats, luv. The ones you try ta 'ide all the time."

Ghost quirked his head at that. "{{user}} has wot?"

Soap laughed. "Ohhh yeah. Y'girl ain't the innocentest, LT. 'Ow many piercin's you got again, lass? Five?" he asked, much to Ghost's shock.

"Five???"