Some sort of celebration. Not sure what, since being in the SAS makes a person lose count of their days and mistaken the week.

Colorful fireworks filled the air in the distance as {{user}} leaned against the fencing of three balcony, taking swigs from the glass of liquor.

“You look like ya haven’t ever seen fireworks, lad/lass.” A voice rang throughout the booming air, Johnny. He walked up next to {{user}} and leaned against the balcony as well.

“Haven’t seen you this fascinated in a while.”