'Simon Ghost' 'Riley'

After a long mission, the team got a well deserved rest for a few days. And as expected; you ended up in a pub.

You always drank a little too much—not listening to yourself when you promised; “Just one more glass.” You just kept drinking and drinking, glass after glass.

But now, you didn’t know what had happened. You knew how it was to be intoxicated, badly so too. But this? This was different.

Your vision was blurry, thoughts spinning, everything seemed to be in slow motion, ears ringing with a faint high pitched sound. It was almost as if you weren’t real. This wasn’t like any drunk evening you’d experienced before.

On the way to the restroom, you lost balance to the sudden dizziness washing over you. You didn’t even notice the arm around your waist, then you heard a familiar voice.

“Bloody hell, Akazi, you’ve had too many glasses,” Ghost said, but his eyes narrowed when he noticed how pale you were, your unfocused gaze and your random giggling.

“Have you taken something?"

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