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

Everyone who learned the news of the dance party ran to the second floor early.

The tables and chairs here have been emptied, creating a wide space.

An old-fashioned gramophone sits by the window, and a soothing and serene musical melody flows from it and reverberates on the second floor.

The GIs, who had impure intentions, looked at the ladies present with vague and subtle eyes.

Some of them were unmarried field nurses, some were young girls handpicked by the local mayor, and some were civilians of the Strategic Science Corps.

They are like delicate flowers, in the beautiful stage of budding, waiting for someone to pick them.

"Commander, I've always wondered."

Dugan, nicknamed "Dambo", touched his beard and asked, "The final purpose of these guys is to trick women into bed, and they have no interest in dancing at all." ”

"So why don't they just pick out what they want to do, so that they can save time, jump straight to the crucial step, and spend more time where it should be used."

"Dugan, tell me, did you put a gun to your current wife when you proposed to her? Otherwise, how could she agree to marry you. ”

Luke joked as he handed the wine glass to the other party.

Later, the young brigadier general of the Allied forces explained in a serious way: "Humans are complex animals. In social situations, men do their best to show their humor in order to attract the interest of women, so as to lay the foundation for further in-depth communication. And women know what men are doing this for, but they enjoy it and call it 'affection', but in reality it is just the dopamine secretion of the brain, which makes both partners have the urge to mate. ”

You walk up to any woman and say to her, "Let's skip all the steps and get straight to the point, what do you think of the fluid exchange," and she'll give you a clean slap in the face and treat you like a nasty nymphomaniac. ”

"But instead, you go up and invite the person to a drink, tell a few funny jokes, talk about your experience — don't care if it's true or not, just cool and engaging. When the atmosphere is almost the same, you ask to go to her room, or ask her to visit your room! If you're good enough, she'll just snuggle up in your arms afterwards and say to you, 'You're the best man I've ever met!'" ”

"Do you understand now, Dugan? Straightforward will be regarded as a hooligan, and rhetoric can harvest prey. ”

Damu Dan looked confused, he was able to marry a wife back then, it was pure luck.

"Luke, I'm really going to impress you. I didn't expect you to have such a high-level argument, and when we have time in the future, we can communicate and discuss more. ”

Luke, who was leaning against the bar, saw Howard leaning over.

The arms tycoon was dressed in a rather riotous manner, wearing a suit, vest, trousers, leather shoes, his hair was combed and shiny, and his mustache was carefully groomed.

"You are still better at this, I am just talking on paper, and I am rich in theoretical knowledge."

Luke smiled and conceded defeat, amorous is Stark's family inheritance, and he can't compare.

Howard nodded immodestly, graciously accepting the young brigadier's compliment.

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

Dumban, who has always been full of prejudice against rich people, has only been twenty minutes later, and he has already called Howard a brother and talked about wine.

The former is very interested in the anecdote of this playboy hooking up with a Hollywood female star, and the latter is a passerby who lacks a compliment.

The two hit it off and chatted hotly.

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

Luke saw Captain America walking up the stairs and hurriedly beckoned.

Rogers has always had a good personality, and after taking a glass of whiskey, he left Luke's previous tricks behind.

The four of them leaned against the edge of the bar, drinking and admiring the young men and women singing and dancing.

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

Luke was a little puzzled that the merry Howard would be willing to be a bachelor instead of having fun.

That's pretty rare!

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

Howard touched the mustache and smiled faintly.

A few minutes later, he saw Carter, dressed in a red dress with beautiful curves, ascend to the second floor.

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

"I'm betting he'll only last two minutes at most!"

Luke opened first.

"Five minutes!"

"Eight minutes!"

Dham Bullet and Rogers said separately.

After Howard's teachings, they both agreed that the other was a veteran of the flowers.

"Three glasses of gin!"

After Luke said the bet, less than a minute later, Howard returned to the bar in a dejected state.

"Drink!"

Six glasses of gin were lined up, and Dammmy and Rogers poured wildly.

"I'm still ...... Thought you were really a master. ”

With his tongue knotted and his inarticulate dummy bullet, he looked at Howard, who failed in his invitation, with a look of disdain.

The latter snorted twice, but was speechless.

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

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

"Steve, go try it!"

Luke egged on Captain America, but fortunately the other party would not get drunk at all, kept his senses, and shook his head in refusal.

Even Howard, a love expert who claims to have been wandering for many years and has not tasted defeat, has suffered Waterloo.

A rookie like him has passed, and the end can be imagined.

"What about Dugan? Eh, this guy just got down. ”

By the time Luke turned his head, Dammy Bullet was already asleep on the bar table.

"Goodbye guys, I'm going to find a young girl with a big heart, bury my head in her chest, and soothe my fragile and young heart."

Howard, worthy of being a veteran of the flowers, quickly came out of the shadow of defeat and looked at the busty girl sitting opposite, waiting for an invitation.

Long brown hair, beautiful face, delicate and lovely, especially with a broad mind, people can't take their eyes off.

"That Rogers......"

As Howard watched off into the distance, Luke turned his head to look at Captain America.

As a result, the blonde girl who had taken Rogers' first kiss walked up to him enthusiastically.

"So, I'm the only one?"

Rogers gave him an apologetic look and was dragged onto the dance floor by the blonde girl, leaving Luke alone against the bar, drinking alone and still not drunk.

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

"Don't you like to dance, Brigadier General Cavill?"

A cold voice rang in Luke's ears, he put down the wine glass in his hand, and smiled, "That's not it, I didn't find a suitable dance partner, so I had to stay here alone." ”

"Brigadier General Cavill, it seems that you don't understand why none of those women who are usually so enthusiastic about you that they want to pounce on you and offer themselves to sacrifice themselves have come and invited you to dance?"

Carter, dressed in a red dress and full of radiant light, picked up Luke's unfinished liquor on the bar and drank it all in one gulp.

"Do you know why, Miss Carter?"

Luke asked in a relaxed tone.

"I said you already have a pre-booked dance partner."

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

"I thought Miss Carter was going to hate people like me, like you rejected Howard. The frivolous and indulgent prodigal should not be the type you admire. ”

Luke took a step forward, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Or do you see through my pompous surface and understand that I actually have a steady and profound connotation?" ”

"I just...... Loves challenging tasks and loves adventure. ”

Carter didn't answer the question.

"And, I want to know, are you going to treat me with a straightforward attitude, or a rhetorical trick to confuse me!"

Luke shrugged helplessly, scolding Howard for betraying himself.

The man and woman looked at each other, without any ambiguity, more like a game.

The two sides are facing each other, and neither is willing to bow their heads.

"Can I ask you to do a dance, Miss Carter?"

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

As the ball drew to a close, he invited him to dance for the first time.

The woman in the red dress bit her lip and put her hand in Luke's palm.

A soft melody flowed like water, surrounding the two people who were dancing.

The night is still a long one.