And just like Snake had told Eli, he'd be at the bar. Drinking. From the bottle. The man wasn't particularly interested in celebrating, just as he'd told Samus and Max alike. And there was no need for him to chaperon anything, so evidently all of that talk about requiring all faculty members to be on watch was a bunch of bullshit.

Chin in the palm of his hand, the other hand grasping the bottle of JD, Snake was as close to Heaven as he was going to get.