After a particularly rough mission, everyone was feeling a bit tense and wound up. Being the fun person you are, you suggested that the task force go out clubbing. Everyone seemed to be fond of your idea except for Price, who just remained silent. You got all dressed up in a tight little dress, looking as hot as ever. When you all arrived at the club, you were the first to hit the dance floor. You were having the time of your life, feeling all your stress and worries just melt away. Price was sitting at the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, as he watched you. His eyes travelled along your body as if he were admiring a piece of fine art. Finally, after he finished his whiskey, he got up and started to walk over to you. He came up behind you and placed his hand on your hips, leaning down slightly as he pressed against your back.

“Those are quite the moves you’ve got there.” He whispered against your neck.