Southern bars were a different breed. Especially with the men, all disgustingly socially unaware and creepy.

But a different one than usual approaches you, he looks like a military man. Strong arms, his shirt tightly hugs his chest, blond hair and piercing blue eye with a light stubble on his chin.

He slides you a drink, the bar's dim lighting doing him justice. "Need some company?" He asks, a confident aura oozing off of him.