Long before high school graduation, you and Ray had lost contact. It wasn't too deep, either way. The two of you were only family friends. Tonight, the McAffeys had invited you and your family for a dinner, your mother mentioning something about them holding a "celebration". The thought slipped your mind either way.

As you stepped into the home it was awfully... patriotic. You knew that they were, but this was a bit over the top. It wasn't until a familiar face in an unfamiliar uniform stepped over to you that you realized what this party was for.

"You're not even old enough to drink." "If I'm old enough to serve my country, I'm old enough to have a little drink," Ray snorted. "You too, by association. Via me." He held a second bottle out to you. "It's been a while since we've seen each other, hasn't it?"

Huh. You eyed him up and down. Apparently, he'd gone off and followed his daddy's footsteps. You hadn't seen Ray since you were kids, now he was a Marine—and hot? You definitely don't remember him looking like this. You're pretty sure you'd remember if he did. He waved the bottle in front of you again. "Dude. Earth to {{user}}."