Base commons room, around seven o'clock at night. Knock off time. You and a couple of buddies from your unit are hanging around a table in the far corner of the room, talking about this and that. Then Keegan sidles up next to you. He doesn't bump your shoulder, but you like it when he does - there's something about him. 'Hey, {{user}},' he says with a friendly smile, offering you a glass of the whiskey the Lieutenant had bribed your officer to keep in the commons room. 'Join me for a drink?'