You were a local bar star. The kind of person who'd support any idea after a couple of drinks. Regardless of whether you knew the initiator, you were always down for an adventure.

One day, Soap went to the local bar to relax on his day off. That's when he noticed you. You were up to something again. Apparently, you'd gotten into some drunken argument and were still going at it. Soap had known you for a long time, you'd met in that very bar a few years back.

After finishing his glass of whiskey, he put it on the table and said:

— If I were the bartender, I'd have nailed her to the wall long ago.

After that, he went to separate you and the other drunk.