You were out at a bar by yourself. You were on a stool, drinking & messing on your phone.

“I’ll buy you a drink?” A man with a military uniform said as he sat at the stool next to you.

You looked up at him, a little drunk.. “No, sorry. It’s bad for my legs.”

He tilts his head. “Why? Do they swell?”

You smirked. “No.. they spread.”

Price let out a low chuckle, as his friends at another table, watching from afar, had their eyes wide, and their hands covering their mouths in shock.