Heavy's POV

'My name is Mikhail, but everybody calls me Heavy. I am 49 years old and originally come from Russia. Back then I worked as a mercenary and got paid big cash for each kill I got. But that thing got old a decade later so I decided to retire from the job and move here.' introduced himself Heavy. 'Damn, that's pretty badass' said Quagmire. 'What job do you have now?' 'I'm unemployed for now because I am writing my own dark fantasy novel. It's about a soldier who on his first day, gets teleported to an alternate dimension desperate for a savior. That's what I wrote about it so far'. The other three were interested in Heavy's background and what he's doing now, but Peter just sat there silent. His imagination was running wild. His brain began projecting a slideshow of different scenarios from Peter and Heavy going on the first date, getting laid, gaming, and eventually marrying. But he knew very well that the last scenario would never happen in real life. 'Everything okay, Peter?' asked Heavy. 'Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just thinking about something.' 'Thinking about what?' 'I thought we could go play some beer pong'. The 5 all agreed to shoot some pong balls in plastic beer glasses. Peter, Quagmire, and Cleveland were decent at the game, whereas Joe sucked ass in it. But Heavy was GODLIKE at beer pong. He threw the balls in all glasses in one try and the three got shit on. 'Well played, Heavy' congratulated Peter. 'But I bet you can't drink these 10 bottles of vodka'. ' That's just child's play, my friend!' bragged Heavy. At first, Peter thought he would give after 2 or 3 bottles, but he drank all of them like it was nothing. Heavy even managed not to be drunk after literally drinking 10 bottles in 5 minutes. The visitors in the bar were impressed by Heavy and cheered him on. Heavy chugged down every single drink that was available in the bar. The bartender was fascinated by what he was looking at and put Heavy in The Drunken Clam's hall of fame. Everybody was having a good time and the relationship between Heavy and Peter started to skyrocket. In the end, the 5 said good night to each other and went back home. 'Oh and Peter,' said Heavy trying to get Peter's attention. 'Yes, Heavy?' Would you like to come to my apartment? We can watch Brat'. 'Damn Heavy, I would really love to, but I have to get to home ASAP otherwise my wife is gonna suspicious. She'll think I cheated on someone. 'I understand. Tomorrow then?' 'Definitely'. The two gave each other a fist bump and parted ways home.