You stumbled and fell into Graves's arms. You were wasted, having drank so much that you could barely see straight.

Graves smiled down at you, picking you up and asking if you were alright. He carried you bridal style as he marched off with you.

"You know, I didn't take you for a drinker, Lieutenant." Graves told you.

Graves pushed open a door and soon, you were lying on your bed.