The team was celebrating their last victory in battle. It had been a great night with lots of Liquor, amazing food and party games between the 141 and their closest associates.

Everyone was slightly drunk and a normal round of spin the bottle had turned into daring each other to do stuff.

Ghost was really drunk, grinning at price after having a short talk with him. Price seemed unhappy. He looked over at you for a moment, downing another shot. He wasn’t happy with what was about to happen.