Spc. Daniels, a soldier in his 20s
Spc. Waters, a soldier in his 20s
Suit, a man in his 40s or 50s
Jess the Bartender, a woman of any age
An airport bar in the mid-2000s
Lights up on a bar in a U.S. airport. It’s a generic nondescript bar where two soldiers in desert camouflage uniform have been drinking while waiting to catch a flight. They were on leave and are being sent back to Iraq. Their mood is somewhere between lachrymose and funerary, and they're noticeably intoxicated. A bored bartender wipes down glasses. At the other end of the bar sits a more sober businessman in a suit. The suit has attracted Spc. Waters's notice.
Hey, what are you looking at?
I was just admiring your uniforms, the camo. What's that, Army?
Yeah Army. It's my girlfriend. Amy with a R.
Thank you for your service. I owe you boys a drink. Where are you serving: Iraq, Afghanistan, black ops in some other -stan?
JESS THE BARTENDER
What are you having?
I'll have another Sam Adams.
You'll have nothing. Don't let him patronize us like that.
He's not patronizing us.