Mary Campbell & Frank Castle
"It is a very good thing for everyone here you are my last round."
Frank nodded slowly to avoid giving himself vertigo. He knew he was too far down the bottle to have made anything other than an ass out of himself should the night have required another five sets of five minutes from him. There wasn't nearly enough liquor in the world for him to survive another five women who made him feel old, broken, and alone.
"I never thought I was a good singer, mind, but there was a time when I liked it. Singing. I played guitar for fun and sang to take my buddies' minds off the sandbox. I was a Marine. Afghanistan. Iraq. None of those places people want to go, but all the ones we had to have someone anyway. I guess it's not too much different than being here. I figure someone was going to show up. Why not me, right?"