Chapter 47

Half an hour later, the drunken soldiers gradually left the field.

Everyone who heard about the dance ran to the second floor early.

The tables and chairs here were emptied and a wide space was marked out.

An old gramophone was placed beside the window, and the soothing and quiet music melody flowed out of it and echoed on the second floor.

Those soldiers with impure aims looked at the women present with vague and implicit eyes.

Some of them are unmarried field nurses, some are young girls carefully selected by the local mayor, and some are civilians of the strategic science Corps.

Like delicate flowers, they are in a beautiful stage of budding, waiting for someone to pick them.

"Commander, I've always wondered."

Dugan, nicknamed "dum bullet", touched his beard and asked, "the last purpose of these guys is to deceive women into bed. They are not interested in dancing at all."

"Then why don't they directly identify their intentions, so that they can not only save time and jump to the key step, but also spend more time where they should be."

"Dugan, tell me, when you proposed to your present wife, did you put a gun against her head? Otherwise, how could she promise to marry you?"

Luke was joking and handed the glass to each other.

"You go to any woman and say to her," let's skip all the previous steps, go straight to the topic and complete the body fluid exchange link. What do you think? "Then she will slap you cleanly and treat you as a dirty pornographic."

"But in other ways, you go up and invite each other to drink a cup of wine, tell a few funny jokes, talk about your own experience -- don't care about the truth, the cool, the awesome. When the atmosphere is almost the same, you ask her to go to her room or ask her to visit your room. If you are strong enough, she will only snuggle up to your arms afterwards. , I said to you emotionally, 'you're the best man I've ever met'! "

"Do you understand now, Dugan? If you are straightforward, you will be regarded as a hooligan. You can only harvest your prey with sweet words."

Damon looked silly. He was lucky to get a wife.

"Luke, I really want to look at you with new eyes. I didn't expect you to have such a high opinion. We can communicate and discuss more when we are free."

Luke, leaning against the bar, saw Howard coming.

The arms tycoon was very coquettish, with a suit, vest, trousers, leather shoes, shiny hair, and a pair of moustaches.

"You're still good at this. I'm just talking on paper and rich in theoretical knowledge."

Luke smiled and conceded defeat. Romantic love is stark's family inheritance. He can't compare it.

Howard nodded without modesty and generously accepted the compliment of the young brigadier general.

It turns out that one of the best ways to get closer between men is to talk about women.

The dame bomb, which has always been full of prejudice against the rich, has been making friends with Howard in just 20 minutes.

The former is interested in the Playboy's anecdotes about hooking up with Hollywood female stars, while the latter lacks a passer-by.

The two hit it off and had a hot conversation.

"Steve, come and listen to Howard's live teaching."

Luke saw the captain of the United States walking up the stairs and waved quickly.

Rogers has always had a good character. After taking a glass of whisky, he forgot Luke's previous tricks.

Four people leaned against the bar, drinking and enjoying the young men and women singing and dancing.

"Howard, why don't you go dancing?"

Luke wondered that Howard, a romantic man, was willing to be a bachelor instead of having fun.

This is quite rare!

"A real master is always the last to appear."

Howard touched his moustache and smiled faintly.

A few minutes later, he saw Carter, dressed in a red dress and outlining a beautiful curve, climb the second floor.

He raised his hand to tidy up the bow tie of his clothes, picked up a cup of gin, smiled and walked over with his head held high.

"I bet he can only last two minutes at most!"

Luke took the lead in opening.

"Five minutes!"

"Eight minutes!"

Dame and Rogers said respectively.

After Howard imparted his experience, they all agreed that the other party was an old hand in flowers.

"Three glasses of gin!"

Less than a minute after Luke said his bet, Howard returned to the bar dejected.

"Drink!"

Six cups of gin were lined up, and Dame and Rogers drank like crazy.

"I thought you were really a master."

Tongue tied, speechless dum bullet, looking at Howard who failed the invitation, looked contemptuous.

The latter snorted twice, but was speechless.

"At least I have the courage to charge at that iceberg, and you only dare to hide next to it."

Howard, who really can't find a reason, can only save face in this way.

"Steve, you try!"

Luke encouraged the captain of the United States. Fortunately, the other party wouldn't get drunk at all. He kept awake and shook his head to refuse.

Even Howard, who claims that he has been wandering in the flowers for many years and has never been defeated, has suffered Waterloo.

He used to be a rookie and his fate can be imagined.

"Dugan? Well, this guy just got down."

By the time Luke turned his head, Damon had fallen asleep on the bar table.

"Goodbye, everyone. I'm going to find a broad-minded young girl to comfort my fragile and young heart."

Howard is worthy of being a veteran of flowers. He soon came out of the shadow of failure and looked at the plump girl sitting opposite and waiting for the invitation.

Long brown hair, beautiful face, delicate and lovely, especially broad-minded, people can't move their eyes.

"Then Rogers..."

Watching Howard go away, Luke turned his head to the captain of the United States.

As a result, the blonde girl who took Rogers' first kiss came to him enthusiastically.

"So I'm the only one left?"

Rogers left an sorry look in his eyes and was dragged into the dance floor by the blonde girl, leaving Luke alone at the bar and drinking alone.

The night outside is getting darker, but the second floor of the tavern is becoming more and more lively.

"Don't you like dancing, Brigadier General Carville?"

A cold voice sounded in Luke's ear. He put down his glass and said with a smile, "that's not true. I didn't find a suitable partner. I can only stay here alone."

"Brigadier general Carville, it seems that you don't understand why none of the women who are very enthusiastic about you and want to take the initiative to devote themselves to you come and invite you to dance?"

Dressed in a red dress and radiant, Carter picked up Luke's unfinished liquor on the bar and drank it in one gulp.

"Do you know why, Miss Carter?"

Luke asked in a relaxed tone.

"I said you already have a scheduled partner."

Carter spoke loudly, but the fine sweat from the tip of his nose, the fierce heartbeat like a drum, and the strong pheromone smell betrayed her.

"I thought Miss Carter would hate people like me, just as you rejected Howard. A frivolous and indulgent Slut should not be your type."

Luke took a step forward, provoked a smile at the corners of his mouth and said, "or do you see through my boastful surface and understand that I actually have a stable and profound connotation?"

"I just... Like challenging tasks and love adventure."

Carter didn't answer the question.

"Moreover, I want to know whether you are going to treat me with a straightforward attitude or use rhetoric to confuse me!"

Luke shrugged helplessly and scolded Howard for betraying himself.

The men and women looked at each other. There was no ambiguous atmosphere. It was more like a game.

The two sides are tit for tat, and no one wants to bow his head.

"Can I invite you to a dance, Miss Carter?"

The young brigadier general sighed slightly, bowed slightly and stretched out his hand.

The ball was coming to an end and he made an invitation for the first dance.

The girl in the red dress bit her lips and put her hand in Luke's palm.

The gentle melody, like the flowing water, surrounds the two dancing people.

It was a long night.