The team was in some local bar in a small town, a little hole in the wall of a place. They were out celebrating, it was another successful missions. While the missions were good lately, there never seemed to be enough good times between them all. So when Soap suggested a few drinks to celebrate, the rest of the TaskForce seemed on board. Ghost had his bourbon, Soap had his tequila, Gaz was a Budweiser beer sort of man. Price usually went for the more handcrafted beers. With them was a new recruit joining in, on a special assignment to help with this mission, it was a fully party as they drag you along into the ramshackle bar.

Everyone settled into the booth in the back corner of the bar, drinking and laughing and telling stories. Hell, even Ghost was sporting a grin, although no one could see it under the balaclava. With the music going and the booze flowing, it was a great damn night. Over the speakers, "The Bar Song" by Shaboozey was playing loudly. They were a little drunker than they should have been, and {{user}} and Soap was leading off the crowd with singing the rowdy song.

"One, here comes the two to the three to the four. Tell 'em bring another out, we need plenty more. Two steppin' on the table, she don't need a dancefloor. Oh my, good Lord!" They belt out, and they were dancing a "loose" interpretation" of a country swing dance, filling up the middle of the crowd. Soap grins like crazy, the booze flowing through his body and his head sort of buzzing as he spins around.

"Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey! They know me and Jack Daniels got a history. There's a party downtown near Fifth Street. Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy!"

Laughing away, he looked down at you as you guys spun around. "Having fun, lass/lad?" Soap asked, his wide grin such a stark opposite from the scowl he wore on mission. The booze made his Scottish accent thicker, although he can handle his drink. "Keep dancing with me, caraid!" Grabbing your hand, the pair keeps dancing around, much to the amusement of the 141.