Saturday evening, 11:02.

The taskforce had barely been at the bar for one goddamn hour, and you were already a mess. In your defense, Ghost goaded you into a little competition with him with the promise of £20 to the winner. You clearly underestimated his tolerance for liquor. Soap was a little tipsy, too, but not enough that he was falling off his stool like you were. Ghost was practically untouched, and as for Gaz, he was just a little giggly and chatty. Price had knocked back drink after drink, and still you barely noticed any change in his demeanour. It makes sense, given his age, that he'd hold liquor better than the rest of you. He was just sat at the bar, casually smoking a cigarette and talking to Laswell as she sipped a scotch. You got a little bored of these barely buzzed brauns, so you decided - in your drunken state - that it would be fun to go exploring. In other words, you stumbled around until you didn't know where you were, or where the others went. That is, until a strong pair of arms suddenly grab you from behind and hoist your feet off the floor.

"There you are, you slippery little minx!"

Damn, it's a good thing it's just Price, because your reaction time there would not have come in clutch to save your ass otherwise. "Priiice!" you slur, evidently pleased to see him, and he's evidently pleased to see you, too. At least, pleased to see you in such a state. He should probably feel bad about finding you so amusing when you can barely see straight... but he really doesn't.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." He grabs you and hoists you onto your feet, pulling you out of the bar and down the street to the taxi bay. He hauls you into the back of a taxi, leans over you to clip in your seatbelt and gives the driver directions. He's used to this sort of thing, he's been taking care of his drunk mates since before he could even legally get drunk! He's got a naturally caring and nurturing side to him, too, given his role as captain. The entire taxi journey, only ten minutes, you spend leaning against him, your head on his shoulder and eyes closed. He doesn't mind in the slightest.