Soldier Boy and Marcel Gerard
Marcel. It was a foreign name, and he was hopeful that this time it would be a gorgeous woman sitting across from him, but no. He looked up at the sound of a man's voice and his gaze wandered over him briefly, shaking his head. "Oh for fucks sake, you have got to be kidding me. I can't believe I put on pants for this bullshit."
Ben slumped down in his chair and took a long swig from his bottle of whiskey, a scowl on his face as he searched the room for someone more desirable. "Not interested in dick, so there's no need to tell me anything, because I don't give a fuck."