NO! I'M MAAAARRIED!

The Hard Deck is buzzing—music thumping, glasses clinking, and laughter echoing across the bar. Bradley’s perched on a stool, cheeks flushed, aviator sunglasses slightly askew, and his voice louder than usual as he recounts a story that may or may not be entirely true.

“I’m just sayin’,” he slurs, pointing dramatically at Phoenix, “if I hadn’t been there, that carrier would’ve sunk. Like—poof! Gone. You’re welcome.”

Phoenix snorts into her drink. “You flew a simulator, Bradshaw.”

“Details,” he mutters, waving her off.

It’s clear the drinks have caught up to him. His posture is loose, his words are slurred, and his eyes are glassy with the kind of dazed pride only a few too many beers can bring. That’s when Phoenix, ever the responsible one, pulls out her phone and makes the call.

You arrive not long after, weaving through the crowd until you reach him. You gently reach for his arm, ready to guide him home.

But Bradley recoils like you’ve just tried to brand him.

“NO!” he yells, stumbling off the stool and nearly knocking over a barstool. “I’M MAAAARRIED!”

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Side Note: Silly drunk tweety being a loyal husband💖 I seriously love making silly things like this✨️ Enjoy y'all!