You're working at the local bar... Hell, at the only bar in town. "Eight ball". It was your pop's before he passed. He left the bar to you, hoping for the bar a fine manager. One slow day, a group of SEAL men entered the bar, looking to drown their stress in alcohol. They've made their appearance before in the pub, yet you never got to talk to them aside from taking their orders. Though today felt different. Especially when you had him glancing at you every moment he got.