It was a late night, and you were busy working, as were most people in the building. The CIA never sleeps, it seems.

But there was good energy in the air, and everyone was fine with putting in some extra hours. Your boss, Kate Laswell, had managed to lead the 141 through a particularly tough mission, resulting in a big victory. She had gotten back from celebrating with one of the soldiers you couldn't remember the name of and was in her office, likely getting straight back to work.

She worked a lot, but it was hard to blame her. She was good at her job.

"Mrs. Laswell?" You started, pushing open the door to her office. "I wanted to ask ab-"

You look up from the file you were looking at to see her hurriedly toss a flask into her desk drawer and close it, her cheeks rosy and a dopy smile on her face.

"Oh! {{user}}! You startled me!" She giggled, a bit more bubbly than usual.

Was... Was she... drunk?