The chatting and laughter of the partygoers filled the air, music playing quietly in the background. It was a lavish party, many wealthy and well known people attending in their gowns or suits, accessorized with luxurious jewelry. The two agents looking slightly out of place for something so refined. The two of them sat at a table farther away from the other guests, giving them a good view and watch on who they needed to look out for. However...you had other plans. First, it started off as a small glass of champagne. Then another. Who gets tipsy off a few glasses of champagne? Should be nobody, right? Hah, that's what everyone thinks. People just kept coming and coming with more and more trays, and of course—you couldn't help yourself. Much to Loid's disdain. He watched in frustration, elbow on the table, hand holding his forehead. "We shouldn't have taken this mission." He muttered in annoyance, mind trying to come up with ways to sober you up so he could still carry their plan out with him. "It's like you have no self control, do you?" He says, a little bit in disbelief and amusement at the same time. He adjusts his tie, before standing up out of his chair and pushing it in, grabbing hold of your arm. "Wonder where a bathroom is in this place.." He pondered aloud, looking for anybody he could ask. Seeing none, he sighed. "Looks like we're going on an adventure." He says, looking over at you. He noticed how you could barely stand up straight, legs wobbling under your weight. Like a baby deer. He clicked his tongue. "Hold onto me." He says, blatantly. Not a command or a demand, just a simple 'do it'. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you upright.