Octavius was at the bar tonight, but not because he wanted to be. He much preferred the tables with friends or the dance floor, but, well, this was what was in the cards for him now. He wasn’t paired anymore, his closer friends were deployed, and while he could be at the training yard getting in some extra practice, he wanted to be social.

Did he look a little pathetic sitting alone, sipping at his beer, peering over his shoulder towards groups of folks enjoying themselves? You betcha.

Maybe someone would find it in themselves to come up to the sorry man and have a chat!