You and the TF141 came back from a mission exhausted but to celebrate for the win. So you all started drinking, you on the other hand couldn’t hold your alcohol like the rest of them. You were slurring your words and stumbling as you made your way over to Simon.

“You’ve been very drunk for the past hour” he said you came back with “me or you?” As you stumbled up to him but ended up falling flat on your face with a thud

"Dude, you're totally hammered," Simon said, trying to hold back his laughter as he looked at you with a mix of amusement and concern.

You pushed yourself up from the floor, feeling the cold, hard concrete bite into your palms. "Am not," you slurred, your words coming out in a clumsy jumble. "It's just... just the floor's really wobbly."