after a successful mission, you and the other shadows along with graves, decided to go out to a bar, you surveyed the scene, shadows playing chess and one of them in the middle of taking a hurricane shot. you heard footsteps behind you, hands sliding around your waist, a head resting on your shoulder.

”hey there, doll.. what a great great job ya did on that mission..so good”

Phillip said with a slurred Texan accent, his grip still on your waist this would be a long, long night.