Superman

Half an hour later, the drunk soldier gradually left the field.

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

The tables and chairs here were evacuated to create a wide space.

An old-fashioned phonograph was placed next to the window, and a soothing and quiet music melody flowed from it and echoed on the second floor.

Those soldiers with impure goals looked at the ladies present with vague and reserved eyes.

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

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

"Commander, I have always been puzzled."

Dugan, nicknamed "Dum Bomb," touched his beard and asked: "The last purpose of these guys is to trick women into bed. They have no interest in dancing at all."

"Then why don't they directly pick out what they are coming from? This saves time and skips directly to the critical step, and can also spend more time on the place that should be used."

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

Luke joked as he handed the wine glass to him.

"You walk up to any woman and tell her, "Let's skip all the previous steps, go directly to the topic, and complete the fluid exchange link, what do you think", and then she will slap you cleanly , And treat you as an obscene porno."

"But another way, you go forward, invite the other person to have a drink, tell a few funny jokes, and talk about your own experiences-don't care about the truth or falsehood, just cool and attractive enough. When the atmosphere is about the same, you Then ask to go to her room or ask her to visit your room! If you are strong enough, she will only snuggle in your arms afterwards and say to you emotionally,'You are the best man I have ever met '!"

"Do you understand now, Dugan? You'll be treated as a gangster straightforwardly, and you can only reap prey with rhetoric."

Damn had a dazed look. He was lucky to marry a wife.

"Luke, I really want to take a look at you. I didn't expect you to have such a high point. We can communicate and discuss more when we are free in the future."

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

The arms tycoon was dressed quite arrogantly, in a suit, vest, trousers and leather shoes, his hair was combed greasy and shiny, and his moustache was even carefully managed.

"You are better at this aspect, I'm just talking on paper, with rich theoretical knowledge."

Luke smiled and conceded. The love and love is Stark's family heritage, he can't compare.

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

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

Dumbo, who had always been prejudiced against the rich, had already hailed Howard as brothers and had a happy drink after only twenty minutes.

The former is very interested in the anecdote about the playboy hooking up with the Hollywood actress, while the latter is a passerby who lacks a fan.

The two hit it off, and they had a lively chat.

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

Luke saw Captain America walking up the stairs and waved quickly.

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

Four people leaned on the edge of the bar, drinking, and watching the young men and women singing and dancing.

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

Luke was a little puzzled that Howard, who had a romantic nature, was willing to be a bachelor instead of having fun.

This is quite rare!

"True masters will always appear last."

Howard touched the moustache and smiled faintly.

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

Raising his hand to tidy up the bow tie of his clothes, holding a glass of gin, with a smile on his face, he walked over.

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

Luke took the lead in opening the market.

"five minutes!"

"Eight minutes!"

Dum Dan and Rogers said separately.

After Howard imparted his experience, they all agreed that each other was a veteran.

"Three glasses of gin!"

Less than a minute after Luke said his bet, Howard went back to the bar with his head down.

"drink!"

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

"I thought you were really a master."

The tongue knotted and the dumb bullet, who couldn't speak clearly, looked at Howard who failed the invitation with a look of contempt.

The latter hummed twice, but was speechless.

"At least I still have the courage to charge towards that iceberg, but you only dare to hide by the side."

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

"Steve, you go try it!"

Luke urged Captain America, but fortunately the opponent was not drunk at all, staying awake, shaking his head and refusing.

Even Howard, the unbeaten lover who claimed to have been wandering for many years, encountered Waterloo.

He was a rookie in the past and his fate can be imagined.

"Then Dugan? Hey, this guy just got down."

When Luke turned his head, Dumbo was already lying on the bar table and fell asleep.

"Goodbye everyone, I'm going to find a young girl with a broad mind to soothe my fragile young heart."

Howard is worthy of being an veteran of the flowers, and soon walked out of the shadow of failure, looking at the plump girl sitting opposite, waiting for the invitation.

She has long brown hair, a nice face, and a nice look, especially her broad mind, which makes her look hard to look away.

"That Rogers..."

Watching Howard go away, Luke turned his head to look at Captain America.

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

"So, I'm the only one left?"

Rogers left an apologetic look and was dragged onto the dance floor by the blonde girl, leaving Luke leaning on the bar alone, drinking alone and not drunk.

The night outside got darker, but the second floor of the pub became more lively.

"Don't you like dancing, Commodore Cavill?"

A cold voice rang in Luke's ears. He put down the wine glass in his hand and smiled: "That's not true. I didn't find a suitable dance partner, so I can only stay here alone."

"Brigadier Cavill, it seems that you don't understand. Those women who are so enthusiastic about you and can't wait to rush to take the initiative to dedicate themselves, why not come and invite you to dance?"

In a red dress, glamorous Carter picked up the spirits that Luke hadn't finished drinking on the bar and drank it in one sip.

"Do you know the reason, Miss Carter?"

Luke asked in a relaxed tone.

"I said you already have a scheduled dance partner."

Carter spoke loudly, but the fine beads of sweat coming out of the tip of his nose, the fierce beating heartbeat, and the strong pheromone breath all betrayed her.

"I thought Miss Carter would hate people like me, as if you rejected Howard. The frivolous and indulgent swinger should not be the type you admire."

Luke took a step forward with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Or you can see through the exaggerated surface that I exposed and understand that I actually have a steady and profound connotation?"

"I just... like challenging tasks and adventurous."

Carter answered the question.

"Moreover, I want to know, are you going to treat me straightforwardly, or use rhetoric to confuse me!"

Luke shrugged helplessly and whispered the bastard Howard for betraying himself.

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

The two goals are facing each other, and no one wants to bow their heads.

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

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

The ball was about to end, and he issued an invitation for the first dance.

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

The gentle melody flows like water, surrounding the two dancing people.

This night is still very long.