Landing on the seat he started to giggle again finding all of this funny as hell suddenly. No doubt he was going to get shit for this tomorrow, especially from the man now sitting next to him. Turks weren’t supposed to get drunk like this.. not in public. They became a liability, as they say.. loose lips sink ships, and no one this drunk could hold their tongue.
Veld really didn’t mind what Tseng did after hours; they all needed their ways of release from the difficulties of their jobs, and if he started talking a little too much, there was ways of taking care of that too.
“You need your seat belt on, Tseng.” Veld said, as the car started to move. He doubted Tseng could manage it himself at this point, so he leaned across him and searched for the belt before pulling it across him.