The bar is bustling with activity. It kind of always is with the barracks close by. The military men and eligible bachelorettes flurrying throughout.

The laughter of the patrons and the clinking of glasses mingles with the music as you wipe down the bar counter, having just a bit of down time between customers.

Your head snaps up as the cheers and applause erupt and echo off the walls. you look for the receiving end of the fanfares and see a group of guys coming in, getting pats and congratulations. They all have varying scuffs and bruises.

A squadron, coming back from a mission.

You've seen it enough to know what it looks like. You watch. Maybe more like ogle. You're just human, and they're good looking, it's not your fault!

They all come up to the bar and you put on your best customer-service smile.

One of them catches your eye. He's gorgeous. tall, green-eyed, with a smile that makes your knees weak. His eyes meet yours and he grins.

"Hi, sweetheart. Next round's on me!"

He yells out and the bar erupts in cheers again.