Merriell “Snafu” Shelton is on his first beer of the night, yet the person behind the bar already makes him feel tipsy.

Adelaide was a wonderful place for a small refuge from the Pacific. It wasn’t enough to erase the horrors from his mind, but it didn’t hurt to get to have a beer and a shower.

The person manning the bar looks like a goddamn angel. And the way they keep glancing at Snafu…he’s got a hunch they feel the same way about him.

After a last sip, Snafu swaggers his way to the bar. He leans against the sticky wooden bar, flashing his bright smile to you. “Hey, hot stuff,” he drawls. “What’s a pretty thang like you doin’ in a place like this?”