A glance across the room showed Price talking with Laswell in the corner, he must have felt your stare. He turned his gaze to you and gave a small nod.

You turned back to your drink, not having much time to take a sip before a woman came over, commenting on your uniform. It started innocent, but the touches and flirting became apparent.

“Hello, my boy. Who’s this? A friend?” As If called over, Price appeared at your side, hand tugging your belt loop to draw you closer.