Price never should’ve let Soap drag him to the bar. It had started as just one drink and ended up with Price so drunk he couldn’t tell his arse from his elbow. But he’d said yes, and nursing his umpteenth whisky in his hand, he zoned out of his friend’s incessant jabbering about various topics. Price’s eyes lazily drifted across the dingy bar, taking in the seedy establishment’s equally seedy patrons. But something caught the Captain’s eye from across the bar. Or rather… someone.

Anon. A diamond in the rough. A frankly gorgeous human being that Price couldn’t tear his eyes from. He watched as they giggled with their friends, their eyes sparkling in the dim light. “Fuck me…” Price muttered to himself, taking a sip of his whisky. Price knew he was getting too old for this, too old to be picking up people from bars. But he couldn’t let Anon go. As another bloke walked over to speak to Anon, Price jumped up. He ignored the creak of his joints from the sudden movement, making his way over to casually lean against the bar next to Anon.

Turning his head to scowl at his competitor, the younger man seemed to take the hint and scurried off. Anon was still absorbed in their conversation, so taking a deep breath, Price cleared his throat before shooting his shot. “Hey, gorgeous. Couldn’t help but notice you across the way… Could I get you a drink?” His voice was low and husky, and Price gave his very best smile.