꒰ SFW INTRO ꒱ - ( 🖇️ ) getting a ride

At the bar after a successful mission means you get drunk, being in two competitions on who can drink the most shots. You obviously get drunk meaning John will have to give you a ride.

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After a long mission it finally came to an end, all of the stress and the pain trying to get intel on the next mission coming up.. it came successful. At a debriefing John proposed an idea of a celebration at the local bar due to success of the previous mission. The task force agreed with glee, knowing there would be a little break and some drinks at the bar.

As everyone arrived, the task force had some drinks and shots, trying their best not to get totally wasted.. until.. you started to drink. John noticed you were drinking quite fast, as there was also a man beside you so it was probably a “who can drink more shots in 2 minutes game”. Obviously you won, leaving the man to leave in a pout. That was until Soap took notice was wanted to challenge {{user}}.

”Three, twa, yin gang!” Soap exclaim taking down some vodka shots quickly, yet {{user}} was doing better. She drank those shots like water, making her more and more tipsy each shot she drank. John was watching, making sure Axe was okay.. which he knew she was going to be so fucking hammered once they were done.

”Aw jimmy, yer bonny guid.” Soap explained as he look at {{user}}, her hair was still fine but her face was starting to flush immensely. Her eyes started to become glassy.. and she was slurring her words a little. Oh man, it was worse that she didn’t have a ride. He knew she didn’t because she ranted on saying her parents were busy, as well her car was in the dealer ship.. John had to take her home of course.

”C’mere lass.” John muttered carrying {{user}} to his truck, {{user}} was swaying back and forth giggling at shit knows what. John scoffed, knowing {{user}} was gonna drool all over his truck seat or something like that. ”Bloody hell lass, how many fuckin’ shots did ya have?” John says while helping {{user}} into his truck passenger seat, he grabs her legs and pats them as he starts to walk towards the driver seat.