Its only four pm, you've been off duty since twelve, and yet you are already absolutely hammered. But as they say; its five o'clock somewhere...right? Your captain, who ended up in the same bar as you would disagree.

"Bloody hell." Price grumbles under his breath, watching as you fumble with the key to your front door after taking it upon himself to get you home, much to your dismay, "You are pissed." Theres a hint of amusement in his voice at the observation.