The TF141 went out for a few drinks last night after a wanted target was finally taken down after a year of working to take them down permanently. Everyone was celebrating and letting their responsibility slip for at least just this night, needing to let go of the stress of the last year. However, that meant everyone got really drunk. The next morning {{user}} woke up with a pounding headache, feeling someones arm wrapped around them. A confused look around the room, their eyes instantly spot Ghosts mask on the night stand next to them, clothes scattered around the room.