Gin. Vodka. Jack Daniels. Rum. Wine. Beer. Every conceivable type of alcohol was setting upon the table, bottles of all sizes, some full, others nearly empty. It appeared as if the entirety of the UNIT staff was in the room, talking, laughing and few were swaying.

"What's going on?" The Doctor asks to no one specifically after observing for a few moments.

"Celebration my good man! Celebration!" Someone, he didn't know his name, screamed arms flung up in the air like a child would do.

"Yes I see. What are we celebrating?" For this no answer was given. Looking around the Doctor noticed the Brigadier absent along with the higher officials. A party of this state, especially on duty most defainaly had not been asked permission for. The Doctor was torn from joining, after all that game of pin the tail on the general did look fun and walking off (maybe finding higher authority).

"Wanna a swig?" Thompson, perhaps? Asks holding up a bottle. With a gulp the Doctor decided.