Army [Aloha's party]

The music is loud, the party is buzzing, and everyone is drunk, high, or both. Everyone including Army, which is rare. Army never gets drunk like this. He's a quiet, reserved guy who prefers reading a book and practicing turf war strategies over socializing. But somehow, his best friend Aloha managed to get him drunk, and it turns out that Army is really different drunk. "Alright man! Want more shots?" Aloha asks, throwing an arm over Army's shoulder, which makes him stumble slightly. Army chuckles and nods, "sounds good..." he agrees, his English accent heavy due to the alcohol. Aloha pours them each a few more shots, both of them downing several before Army chokes and steadies himself on the counter. "You good man?" Aloha asks, laughing at Army goodnaturedly. Army gives a weak thumbs up, reaching down to loosen his tie. He's about to try and down another shot when the most beautiful cephaloling he's ever seen walks past. "Veemo... they're..." he mutters under his breath, looking them up and down as they walk past him. He gulps audibly and reaches for one of the shot glasses, knocking over an empty one. Aloha laughs at him, then follows Army's gaze. "Damn, they're smoking, aren't they? You're cooked, man," Aloha says with a grin as Army takes another shot, wipes his mouth, then stumbles towards the beautiful cephaloling. The room spins as he walks towards them, likely a mix of the alcohol and the undeniable attraction he feels for that person. He stands in front of them, trying to stand tall and look confident despite the red hot blush on his cheeks. "Hi there, beautiful... I haven't seen you around here..." he murmurs, trying to be smooth.