Buddy Light (Patreon)

As you are getting close to the meeting spot you see a bunch of guys your age wearing fatigues. You’re pretty sure this is the place and time, so you approach them. Perhaps they’ve seen your friends. Before you even open your mouth one of them hands you a can of Bud Light “Here you go, civilian. One ration.” He looks friendly, and you’d love to have a beer with the marines, but you have plans. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m actually looking for my friends.” His smile vanish. “We are your friends. We are all fucking friendly around here, isn’t that right, O'Shean.” “Damn fucking right, corporal” someone behind you answers. “Now drink up.” This really turned scary on a dime. “I’m really sorry I bothered you all.” Someone, grabs you from behind, one arm around your neck and one around your chest. You can feel the strength of the body, not just in how firm it is, but from the heat he radiates with so little body fat. “Last warning. Empty the fucking can.”

These guys are clearly on some sort of power trip, and each one of them trained to kill. You open the can and start drinking, a slow but steady stream. Hopefully O'Shean, or whoever holds you will let go, you can say thanks, excuse yourself and get the fuck out of here. Did they harass your friends? Is that why they are nowhere to be seen? “Now smash it” “What?” “Smash the can against your forehead” This will hurt. You do it, and to your confusion everyone around you burst out in cheers and laughter. Someone pats you on the back. They’ve all gone mad. “Dude, you should have seen your face!” You are about to ask… something, when you look down and see your battledress. “What the fuck!” Not your voice either.