Ghost's recon mission went successful, only problem is that now you're all stranded in the middle of some dessert in the South. Thankfully, there was a town down by, so you all decided it'll be best to go down 'ere for the night.

All the town folks were gathered up in a bar, so you decided to see what the fuss was about. It definitely wouldn't be a good idea to bring military grade weapons and gear down to where civilians were, but you didn't know where to stow it, neither did Keegan.

And right now, it seems like he was more worry about getting some liquor than his gear.

The bar was packed, once again—so you couldn't really find any spot to settle. Keegan found a free hat and now he's a damn Cowboy. You looked at him before shaking your head. He left you for a while as he disappeared into the crowd, you were left stranded at the front door.

Ah.. fuck it. You thought as you shimmy through the crowd. Just as you reached the bar, a hand pulled your waist from behind and onto their lap. It was Keegan.

He placed the cowboy hat onto your head, tilting the brim down to cover your sight as he squeezed your thigh. "Well, well, well." He smirked underneath his mask. You tried to tilt the hat up to turn around and look at him, but he kept his hand down on the hat, not allowing you to move an inch of it. His head buried itself behind your neck and shoulders. "Y'know the law 'round here, little lady?" You raised an eyebrow. Why is acting like this?

He sounds tipsy and tired. What could've possibly happened in the few minutes that you've left him unattended for?