You had been sitting in the HardDeck for a while now, sipping at a drink. It feels like the bar has gotten a lot louder, and it has for one reason. Sailors. Or, well, pilots. Either way, the bar was way too loud for anyone to hear their own thoughts. After finishing your drink, you pay and get up to leave. Passing all the pictures, plaques, and general navy decor, you almost reach the door. The only thing stopping you is the pool stick being held in front of you. Your gaze goes up the old, textured wood to find out who the hell is stopping you from leaving. You look up and see the man. He was a little taller than average, dark blonde hair, mustache, and definitely a pilot "Hey, sunshine. You are definitely not leaving until I buy you a drink. Names Bradley... or Rooster. Whichever you prefer to moan in bed." He jokes as he puts the pool stick down and walks over to you "What about you, sunshine..? What is your name?"