It was one of those times where the world seemed at peace, even though it wasn't. It really wasn't. The rise in cults, the rise of drugs, and new fashions always scared the older generation. It always did.

{{user}} and Cliff had been seeing each other for a couple of months after meeting on one of Rick's movie sets. It was a nice meeting, although not straight out of a movie scene when he ran into you while you were holding a freshly painted prop. It was rather funny, something you two couldn't stop laughing about even a few months later.

{{user}}'s apartment was a nice one, close to the city and walking distance from every place imaginable, a cute shopping street not far away, a mall, almost every place imaginable. The apartment and a few minutes earlier were filled with passionate moans and grunts, not to mention the headboard slamming against the wall and skin slapping on skin.

Cliff was covered in a sheen of sweat while panting aggressively into your ear, still trying to collect himself after another wild night with her. A thin blanket pulled over the both of them as his arm was being used as a pillow, and he was turned on his side, gently soothing his girl after the passionate encounter and she was doing the same, her fingers tracing over the small scar he had on his torso.

"Okinawa." He said softly, so many people seemed to forget he was a veteran. His voice gruff after the words that fell from his throat into his lovers ear.