This day just got a whole lot worse -

It was around dinner time, and Five and Six were making their way to the cafeteria. They saw a few Marines drunkly skip past, but thought nothing of it. They also saw Kat fall from an air vent. That's when they decided that something was up.

"Um... Why does everyone seem to be acting - drunk?" Five asked, completely confused.

Six laughed. "Dunno. Ha, maybe Jorge added Vodka to every single non-alchoholic drink in the base!" Six joked, not knowing it was actually true. Five laughed. When they walked into the cafeteria, their jaws dropped to the floor.

"What on earth is going on here?!" Five yelled. The whole room was tipped over. In the middle was Carter, Emile and Jun flexing their muscles, surrounded by female Marines. Carter looked up and yelled to them: "Emma, Six! Join the party! I might even let you sit on my lap! ... One knee each, deal?" Five blushed while Six fell to the floor, laughing. Jun thought she had died.

"NOOOOOOOOO! Six, wake up!" He yelled, scampering over to where she was rolling on the floor. "She's having a fit, someone HELP!" Six just laughed even more, struggling to breath. Jun, deciding he wouldn't wait for backup, dragged (yes, literally dragged) Six to the infirmary. Five watched, amused, before going to get a drink. From the corner of her eye, she swore she saw a tall man with a creepily happy expression on his face. Ignoring this, she got an orange juice. Though, soon she got very confused, as she had already had seven juices... She stumbled over to where Carter and Emile were, distress in her eyes.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?" She yelled to no-one in particular. She decided that she would take Carter's offer and sit on his lap.

-Later-

Jorge tiptoed into the base... Through the front door. Normally he would have jumped through a window, but seeing as everyone was drunk, he didn't bother. Just as he entered, the only person in the whole base who wasn't drunk, walked past. She caught site of Jorge and jumped a meter away. "JORGE!" She yelled.

"Hello... Six." He said creepily.

"What are you doing here? ... Aren't you meant to be in the middle of the ocean...?" Six questioned suspiciously. "And why are you here?"

Jorge stared at her for a while before answering. "I can... Swim, you know. And... I need you to get... Fired..." Six started to back away slightly. "You know what?" She asked him. "I think I'm gonna get back-up. Could you wait here for a few minutes?"

"Of course!" Jorge replied, clearly excited for some unknown reason. Six made her way to the Cafeteria to find Carter and Emile. When she arrived, she saw Five sitting on Carter's lap, and Emile drinking from a carton of apple juice.

"GUYS!" Six yelled.

"Hey!"

"You gonna join us?"

"There's room for one more on my lap!"

Six stared at them. "Guys, Jorge is back. He's trying to get me fired." She explained. Emile crushed his half full carton, juice going everywhere. "Not if I can stop him!" He yelled before staggering out of the room, Carter following. Six lagged back a bit, trying to stay out of it. Out of nowhere, Kat appeared, making Six jump.

"Oh, hey Kat." Six gasped, her hand on her heart. "You gave me a massive fright." Kat laughed. At least she wasn't that drunk. They watched from a distance as Emile and Carter tried to beat Jorge up.

Emile seemed to disappear for a bit, but then sprinted back with a chair in his hands, and smashed it over Jorge's head, before throwing him out the window. Of course, seeing as how drunk they were, they started to fight each other! Kat and Six had to jump in and stop it, resolving to a swollen eye each.

-A few days later-

Everything was extremely awkward between Emma and Carter for a while. They refused to sit next to each other, and they gave eye contact.

"Okay, Six and Jun..." Carter said, staring at his data pad. "You two have a mission together tomorrow night." Jun winked at Six and said. "Ha, you're stuck with me now!"

Carter ignored Jun's comment and turned to Emile. "Emile, you have a mission with - Five." He said with much difficulty. Five turned pale, dreading what would happen when she was alone on a mission with Emile. What if he ate her? She knows he loves blood and knifes... What if he killed her? Five looked over at Emile, who was holding his knife and staring right at Five, a dark glint in his eyes.


WAS IT OKAY? Next chapter will be Nightfall :D

I'm going back to school tomorrow, so I won't be able to update so frequently... :( Thanks for everyones support, please review and tell me if you like it! (I'll take any suggestions!)

SADLY I DON'T OWN CARTER OR NOBLE TEAM OR HALO. :( ONE DAY I WILL BUY BUNGIE... :3