Peter needed a drink from the long days of fighting and war, so he stepped into a bar to cool off, let off some steam, and maybe find a pretty girl he could go home with. The bar was more like a club, it wasn't what he expected, but the music was good, and he needed to hear something cheerful.

He sat down once he received his drink. Suddenly, someone caught his attention. She was beautiful, her hair styled like it was the 20s again, her body a sight to behold. Peter found himself awestruck, the first woman that ever had his jaw dropping to the floor.

He wanted to talk to her, but he suddenly felt nervous. He had killed men, fought in this bloody war, and yet he couldn't talk to a woman? He felt pathetic. He swallowed the rest of his drink, and loosened the collar of his uniform.