It'd been a few hours since returning from a particularly rough mission, and once the paperwork was all handled, {{user}} was finally free to have a week off to recover. They believed, as many in their line of work did, that one of the best ways to wind down was a drink or two before heading home. So that's exactly what they did.

There was a bar about ten minutes from the DSO HQ that the agents frequently visited, giving the excuse that they were all buddies from various areas of the force. It was safer that way.

{{user}} parked up outside and headed in, smiling to themselves when they saw their partner who'd left them to do all the paperwork nursing a bottle at the shady end of the bar. Walking over, they slipped into a seat beside him with a smile. "Sure looking busy, Kennedy." They commented, nudging him playfully as their usual drink was placed before them and a tab was started. Leon grunted quietly, lifting his own drink and he took a long swig. It was going to be a slow night...