Successful mission were always a boost to morale. Nothing better than celebrating being alive. Thing is, some people handle their drink better than others.

Now, this wasn't a party. Just a celebration between teammates. Thank God for that, because if it had been it would've been ruined by the cranky Captain hogging the couch in the common room.

Price was slouched on the couch, one hand on his forehead and the other holding a beer. He was muttering to himself, more grumbles and mumbles than words. He rested his head on the armrest and placed one leg over the other, bouncing it.