You sat in an on-base bar, chatting and drinking alcohol with a group of Blackfield PMC members after a successful mission. Soon another member walked over to you, telling you to come see something, You followed.

To your surprise, Maximaal was riding a mechanical bull, holding a cowboy hat with one hand, and holding onto the reins with the other. He was doing pretty well, despite being both Dutch, and fairly unfamiliar with bull riding. After a few moments, he finally fell, accidentally dropping his shoulder and spinning off.

Max got up, laughing before looking at you, he was so obviously drunk it was almost funny. Stumbling out of the ring and walking up next to where you were standing, Max leaned against a pillar, giving you a smile.

"Hah, Heb je dat gezien?" Max asked, before looking over at the bull, his Dutch accent heavy. "I'm so good at that, And I'm not even American. Americans are supposed to be the best at that. Rechts?" Max added, glancing at you for a moment, smiling at you with an obviously drunken smile, before putting the cowboy hat on that he had been holding.

"Guess it must come naturally to me." Max chuckled, as if he was trying to act all cool, but he was failing miserably at it, instead just being funny, he must've had a ton of tonic gins in his system.