After a successful mission, 141 had decided to go out to the local pub to celebrate, Laswell deciding to tag along. Throughout the night, everyone got hammered. Everything was a blur, but you ended up going back to someone's place.

So, here you were, laid in a bed, only in a bra and underwear. Your head pounded and your body ached as you tried to sit up, suddenly being pulled back down by a pair of arms.

"Morning, pretty girl." A voice called out, one you immediately recognised. Laswell.