He had to admit, you rocked that cowboy hat, and your confidence was so attractive. Hell, even seeing you piss off the bartender with your banter was hot. The 141 was down south for a mission and they were celebrating a job well done in a little ghost town bar when Price saw you. He always thought that southerners were stupid and annoying, but you were something different. He sat down next to you at the bar, he watched you sip on your whiskey happily and a little drunkenly, smitten.