Sean Philips gradually opened his eyes. He was sitting in the brig, his head was spinning and Sgt Angelo was glaring at him from across the cell. A couple other members of the 15th Squadron were still out cold. It felt like he was going to have a black eye and a killer hangover. He didn't remember much about the bar they were at, but he remembered flirting with that red-head waitress, and remembered her slipping him a couple of extra shots of Jack Daniels and that her jealous boyfriend showed up.
"Now that's what I call a fun night."
