Seymour - "Burgled"

Who: Seymour Niples and celebrating crewmen/women/aliens
Where: Parrotts bar
When: After the team got back from the mission
Seymour stood by the bar in Parrotts ordering a drink. There was much
celebrating going on behind him, he had to practically shout at the
barman.
"I'd like a nice merlot, something soft and fruity, possibly something
with a vibrant fragrance of plums and/or cherry." He told the barman.
It took several minutes of picking through Parrott's meagre selection
of semi-decent wines before Seymour picked one he was relatively happy
with.
In complete contrast, Jay Chrysler came up to the bar next to him and
shouted one thing to the barman. "Lager! Give me lots and lots of lager!"
Jay passed his round out to over-excited team members and stood with
Seymour to wait for his change.
"Why are après-missions always have to be this turbulent?" Said
Seymour. He took a sidestep left as a drunk Efof passed out and fell
through a glass coffee table.
"I mean what's wrong with a nice quiet sit-down meal for everyone in
`Les Royal Niples"? That could be fun right? It's a nice way to wind
down after a heavy mission…"
A chair flew over his head and clattered into pieces.
"Oh god. Why does every celebration turn into a brawl?"
Jay chuckled and slapped Seymour on the shoulder, making him flinch
and wipe his suit down. "Don't worry Seymour, its just everyone's way
of relaxing. We had a stressful mission that's all."
Seymour was going to argue further but someone turned the music up
louder and everyone bar Seymour started jumping around, spilling pints
everywhere. A conga formed but Seymour quickly avoided it and left the
bar in a huff.
He headed back to his Ambassadorial residence and entered. His ears
still ringing from the loud bar.
Normally he would take solice in the fact that he was in his own
place, things would be neatly organised how he had left them, and
everything would be clean and tidy as if an anally retentive person
lived there. Exactly how he liked it.
But Seymour was horrified to see that the place was a total mess. His
jaw dropped. There were empty wine bottles rolling around on the
floor, most of them wasted, and his bed linen was all messed up as if
someone had slept in it.
He checked his refrigerator and his wine cabinet. They were both empty.
"Oh my god I've been burgled!!" He shrieked.
<To be continued...>