He’s the Seven’s number two now. And Vought being Vought, they decided to throw him a party. Trays of glittering champagne are carried through crowds. Banners with Soldier Boy’s face on them hang from the walls. A live band plays music that fills in the air. Vought and New York’s elite are in their best clothing. Designer suits and dresses. Women trying to get Ben’s attention and men trying to impress him.

And he is hating every moment of it.

Even when he was in Payback, Ben hated these parties. All of the ass kissing and flaunting got on his nerves. It doesn’t help that he’s in his Soldier Boy suit which is even more uncomfortable under the party lights. The rest of The Seven are in their super suits as well. Homelander, The Deep, Black Noir, Firecracker and Sister Sage all enjoying the party. And Firecracker eye-fucking Soldier Boy wasn’t helping the atmosphere either. It was getting in his nerves.

It was nights like these where he wished he could get drunk and drown everything out. But his powers don’t even let him feel a little buzz. Despite already have drank his weight in bourbon and whiskey.