Independence Day.
New York was a crazy town - especially for the holidays. And with the war still ongoing, the Independence Day celebration was rightfully so. Shane’s family used to trek across the pond every so often when he was a boy. New York had been one of his favorite places they’d stop. He hadn’t really been in years though. But his company always managed to convince him to go along with them to bars and parties during leave in Europe. Honestly it didn’t take much convincing. He’d attended dozens of parties with his family growing up - many they’d thrown themselves, many others they’d been invited to.
The first sergeant was dressed in a navy suit over a white shirt, a pair of suspenders, red tie, and black and white wingtip shoes, complete with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. It was a far cry from his usual military attire and casual garb, but he wore it well though and he knew it. He had yet to really begin participating in the festivities himself, taking to observing the scene around him while he enjoyed his cancer stick first. “Quite a party,” he said looking down toward the ground with the slightest hint of a smirk on his mug.