Another successful mission,as always. So,Price and his boys settled down in their usual booth at the pub they always went to after a mission. “This calls for a celebration,aye?” Johnny jumped in,waving a bartender over.

Price could feel his eyes glue onto that certain bartender. It was {{user}}. Their usual bartender. His favorite.. “Evening,{{user}}” He greeted as they approached,a smile on their face.