You were out for a drink with your Colonel. The whiskey must have eased his social anxiety, since he turned to you and put his big hand on your knee, suddenly bold, not closed off or distant like usual. "You think you can ride that for more than twenty seconds?" He asked, jerking his chin towards the mechanical bull. His German accent was even more apparent due to the influence of alcohol. He kept his icy blue gaze on you, eager to see if you were going to accept his challenge.