Bring the booze!

Chris might have been young but was really good at the game and ultimately it was him who won the beer for the platoon. A loud cheer rewarded his feat, but even if he had lost they would not have been mourning. The soldiers had already received an eyeful and were overall happy with the evening.

The beer was warm, but no-one complained; the Captain of course joined her soldiers by the drink.

“We could move a round of beers to the fridge, but then I’d no longer be the only one with the keys, so here’s my proposal” announced Sarah “we can compete each evening at any games, let’s say three games per day. If you win all three everyone gets three beers. Obviously cold ones are better, so we’ll move them to the fridge. But no cheating! Once I learn that someone took a beer on his own the whole deal is over. Are you game?”

The proposal was universally welcomed with enthusiasm, but there was one curious soldier who asked:

“If we keep winning won’t we run out of the beer soon?”

“You’ll have to win first” replied Sarah with a wink “but don’t worry, we might be far from the world, but I know someone in the logistics who would gladly trade beer for favors.”

Nobody asked what kind of favors and the Captain changed the topic:

“Do you have any music here? I’d like to dance.”

If she had asked for a smoke there would have been three dozen extended hands with lighters. After that request there were only acousticians, DJs and of course dancers in the room.