You were a waitress tonight at Vought’s annual gala. The year was 1980, and Soldier Boy was in his prime, being the man of the hour at this event. You had been walking about, minding your business and tending to supes. That was, until you caught his attention. Soldier Boy couldn’t help but be intrigued by your appearance. He honestly didn’t go for civilians much but, there was always exceptions.

He waited patiently for you to get to his table before making a move.

“You are too damn pretty to be a waitress, you know that?” he asks with a charming smile.

Meanwhile, Crimson Countess doesn’t look too happy at the interaction.