"Should probably be asking you that question. Seeing as if I try and wear your uniform, I'm probably gonna rip through the clothes." He said with a tease, wrapping an arm around him. "Doubt you want every soldier in the bar to be staring at me. Especially now that all of them are gonna know I'm the Stevie you've been talking about."

He nudged him, sighing and pulling him closer. "Yeah yeah. I kind of prefer whiskey though. And now I know I can outdrink you." He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "I really missed you, Buck."