After-tournament celebrations
He'd politely declined an invitation to the bachelor party, claiming an early morning meeting he had to attend before the wedding tomorrow as his an excuse. The truth was there was no meeting, as a high ranking officer in the chain of command his presence would only have been a distraction. Jake sipped his beer, a pensive expression on his face before he shook his head and banished the ghosts that had been hovering on the edges.
This was a time to think of the living and celebrate the future, not mourn the loss of the past. He'd known Kypros since she'd arrived as a fresh faced nugget aboard Vulcan a few months before the attacks and he was happy for her, it wouldn't do to get maudlin the night before her big day.
( Didn't you get the memo? )