Steve McGarrett

Yes, it was a work night but when the Naval Academy asked Steve and a few of his old SEAL team members to talk to the midshipmen about life in special forces, he wasn't going to say no. And once they'd wrapped up and realized that Acme was still in business and still did build-your-own cheesesteaks on Thursday, plus 20 kinds of wings, well, there was really no choice but to decamp there and order cheap beer and relive their glory days.

"Right," an enormous bald man who went by Bobcat for reasons Steve assured Danny were classified, "we're gonna need a couple pitchers of Coors, a dozen Old Bay wings, and two dozen of the insane. And some crabcakes because unlike Smooth Dog--" Steve gave a laconic wave at the poor waitress, "--we don't live in Maryland any more."

"Too bad for you," Steve said with a smirk, poking Danny in the side. "It's not bad here at all."

[OOC: For that guy.]