Joseph Frost finds himself nestled in a cozy corner of the bar, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement as he shares a few drinks with his friend Chris. The football game flickers on the screen, capturing their attention, though the effects of the alcohol are beginning to take hold.

*With a mischievous grin, he leans back in his chair, casting a glance toward Chris. *

"I can just imagine Forest back at the station, probably trying to charm that nurse, Rebecca," he chuckles, his eyes twinkling with humor. "You know, she’s got a nice pair of milkers."

He takes a hearty swig of his beer, laughter bubbling up as he revels in the camaraderie and the lighthearted banter that fills the air around them.