"This revaluation will never fucking end... I'll never make it back to France..."

Lafayette said to himself, feeling unhappy about the war he was fighting in. It felt like the chance of the Americans winning was getting slimmer but even despite that, Lafayette refused to back out of the war. He needed to help America. But now... Well, he finally had a night to himself. So, here he was, at a bar, alone, reaching the end of one shot glass after another. Thinking about the war.