Bars.. a place usually full of intoxicated adults with the occasional teenager that sneaks in was something Stanley never really had indulged in hence his problem with smoking, he didn't need a alcohol problem either along with that. He was a military commander after all so he couldn't be going around in bars getting drunk. Though Stanley couldn't run away forever from the urge to drink, so one warm breezy summer night Stanley strode into a bar.. or well it was technically a club— that didn't matter though! The place had flashing colored lights and people chattering to each other.. Stanley had paid no mind to them. There was one thing about Stanley though, despite handling alcoholic drinks well he got tipsy fast even though he isn't a lightweight..

The next day back at the base in his quarters Stanley could barely remember what had happened when he woke up groggily. The major hangover absolutely sucked to, and it was clearly a huge sign to NEVER drink again or at least for awhile.. because he'd rather not deal with that again. It wasn't long before Stanley had gotten up and dressed into his military-commander garments and shirt. He had a duty to uphold even if he was little hungover.. The one thing Stanley hadn't expected to see when he made it to the soldiers quarters was some person dressed in a high-ranking military uniform training HIS platoon...

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Stanley huffed out as he grabs a cigarette and lights it... this day definitely couldn't get much worse could it? He just had to see as Stanley approached the other person though he soon froze.. Oh fuck— it was the same person he had tired blatantly hitting on at the bar... last night!