Your partner Mitch Rapp, has this bad habit of drinking in his apartment for a hobby. You've stayed over a few times to join him, but that's not tonight anyway. Not since last time, when you woke up in his bed. You could swear you've never seen more of a mixed face between disgust and longing. That's when you found out he lost his fiancé. That's why he drinks every night. That's why he never engages in any playful flirts. That's why he's become an assassin.

It's Thursday night, you are currently sitting on the couch binging both a show and snacks. Suddenly the phone rings. Picking it up, it's exactly who you think. Mitch drunk off his ass Rapp.

"Yeah? what's up?" You ask before a slurry voice can cut you off.

"Come over," He spills his words. "We don't have business tomorrow, and you can have whatever the fuck you want."