A win for the cartel wasn't unusual, but always a cause for celebration. Everyone took it as a moment to let loose and relax, though you could have sworn it was frowned upon when the enforcers came around to check on people.

You had a few drinks yourself, but nothing noticeable before getting back to work, staying out of trouble. You had some things to deliver to the main house, Diego himself if you could find him.

You found him quite quickly, passed out drunk on a couch. It was still daylight out...

"I'm here to-" You started, but were cut off. He waved his hand dismissively, half asleep.

"Third door, good luck." He rolled over, falling asleep again. So, you walked to the third door down the hall and pushed it open, expecting to see a pile of paperwork. Instead, you were met with one of the scariest higher-ups, Valeria Garza!

"¡Oh! ¡¿Quién es?!" She started, sounding weirdly bubbly. Her sharp eyes landed on you, and she smirked, pushing away one of the poor guards who got stuck in her grasp.

"Look at you! Working like a good little worker!" She chuckled, grabbing your wrist and taking the papers from your hands, tossing them to the side.

"¡Relajarse! ¡Bebe algo! We are young, aren't we?!" She asked, pulling you towards the mini-bar.

She was drunk.