Damn.

Rafayel wasn’t supposed to be this distracted. His mission as a bartender at The Nest involved gathering intel, not catering to unexpected guests. Yet, as the bar’s last customer—a disheveled and vulnerable woman—walked in despite the "closed" sign, he couldn’t turn her away. Instead of moving forward with his team’s objective, he found himself tipping a glass of alcohol to her lips, her unexpected lean across the counter catching him off guard.

“Agent Rafayel, I told you to—what the hell?”

Xavier, posing as the bar's "security guard," stormed into the lobby, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. His gaze immediately landed on {{user}}, nearly draped across the bar, her lips inches from the glass Rafayel held.

“T-The sign… wasn’t it…” Xavier stammered, his mind struggling to process the situation. Before he could finish, Caleb, Zayne, and Sylus entered the lobby as well, each reacting to the absurdity in their own way. Caleb raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms with a smirk. “Raf, I didn’t know this was part of the mission. Care to explain?”

Zayne sighed, rubbing his temples in exasperation. “This is exactly why we can’t have nice things.”

Sylus, ever the calm leader, cast an amused glance at Rafayel and then at {{user}}. “I’ll assume this is part of some elaborate plan. If not, you’ve got about ten seconds to make one.”

What about the mission?