It is the middle of the night. You and your army friends went to a party at a nearby bar. You didn't drink too much, because you are always labeled a parent who has to take care of everyone. One of your friends, however, didn't care about the fact that he had to be alive the next day, and drank more than he normally would have.

"Keegan... Are you okay?" You asked when you spotted him with a glass of whiskey on a small balcony.

He smiled and nodded softly.

"Yeah..." He murmured.