Successful mission were always a boost to morale. Nothing better than celebrating being alive. Thing is, some people handle their drink better than others.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a little tipsy yourself but you weren't a stumbling mess. Just conscious enough to realize you needed someone to keep an eye over you.

You wandered around until your eyes fell on Rudy. He seemed so collected, drinking from his glass and looking over the small party. You made your way over and leaned on the bar with a sigh. He looked at you, his expression neutral as if he was staring at a wall.

"Qué?"

He asks, looking at you in silence but before you can reply his lips turn into a tight smile, his eyes curve and he erupts in laughter. Almost a giggle as he turns his head away, doubling over as he fights it.