John Price hasn’t wanted to come to the damn promotion party. He respected the new General, of course he did, he had too. But John wasn’t close enough to want to waste a night standing around, and talking to people. It was a waste of time. He could be doing something so much more productive than just standing here in his stuffy suit, holding a glass of champagne he wasn’t planning on drinking. He had already seen and spoke to the new general, which lasted about 10-15 seconds, so now Price was left with nothing to do but stand here. His eyes scanned the room, looking over the people in their uniforms, suits, skirts, dresses, etc. Men had their hair combed back and technically glued to their skulls, and women had their hair tied back almost painfully. John hadn’t put nearly that much effort in his appearance. All he did was take a shower, get dressed in a suit and tie, and drive over. As time ticked on, and Price remained standing in the middle of the room, he had given up on sobriety, and had started gulping down his glass, not caring much for manners. Price was never one for manners, after all. He was captain in the military, not a gentleman. But as John finished the champagne, through his glass he spotted a familiar figure. Price pulled the glass away from his lips, eyebrows furrowing and eyes squinting to see them through the crowd. He needed his eyes checked, that’s for sure. His mind reeled for a moment, trying to figure out what he was looking at. Then it clicked. Oh, that’s {{user}}. In a dress. John’s expression twisted in confused. A dress? Why on earth would that monster of a man be wearing… a dress? As he tried to decipher what was going on, he started to realize the dress really showed off the man’s figure. For a moment, Price didn’t think much about it, but once his eyes fell on {{user}}’s pecs, his face felt hot. Before he knew it, Price had grabbed two glasses of champagne from a table and walked himself over to the giant. “{{user}}.” He addresses, the handing them the glass of liquor.