After a long few months of missions after missions in order to put a stop to Makarov. Once this was finally done, pretty much all of the Shadow company went out to a bar and celebrated until closing hours. Even the most responsible in the group found themselves letting go and celebrating.

The next morning, when {{user}} woke up with a splitting headache, they felt someones arms wrapped tightly around their waist. As they shifted in bed, a low groan came from behind them as the other person in bed woke up. "Goddamn.." He muttered, his hands tracing the curve of {{user}}s hip. "Last night was somethin' else.. " Phillip whispered as he lowered his lips to their neck, his hand gripping their hip while his other traced their stomach.