...and even more games

“You got lucky this time” commented the Captain with a wink.

“There are still two more games to go. How about foosball for a change?”

“But that’s a team game. How can I be sure that my partner is playing at his full skill? It’s in his interest for our team to lose.”

“You’ll play with John and his the best of us.”

“All right. I trust in your fair play.”

John was indeed the best foosball player of the platoon and it was thanks to his skill that the game was somewhat close; they still lost though, because Sarah could barely play it at all. She did not seem to be worried about it, just like she was not bothered by her loss at darts soon afterwards. The soldiers not only got a good view of her back side, they all won three beers each for the evening; the Captain of course joined them for the drink. Dancing music was put on without a prompt.