After a successful mission, TF141 decided to drown their tensions with some alcohol at a small bar. As the night went on, the glasses poured. noone getting thrown off their senses from the booze. But you? You were gone. You were giggling away, your eyes sliding towards the man right next to you. “You’re so pretty, Gaz,” You whisper the drunken confession in his ear. He looked amused, wondering what other things you might confess to. “Is that so?” Gaz asks teasingly, a smirk lighting up his face