Why is partying and having a good time bad?
The girls assembled down in the foyer as the usually did in the mornings.

However this evening, the girls were in their dresses, and instead of staring at their tired faces, Eugene looked into awake and excited eyes, sparkling with eyeshadow and liner.

Jackie and Adele clomped down the stairs, and Jackie peered down at Eugene who stood tall in his dress uniform, waiting to escort the girls out to the jeep.

"He looks nice." Jackie noted, lingering to see Adele's reaction.

"He does." Adele agreed, giving Jackie a sly smile. "He looks really nice."

Jackie gave Adele an exasperate look. "Don't make this any harder for me!" She exclaimed, "He already has no idea I exist."

Adele poked Jackie in the stomach, "Oh he does. Remember that time I pushed you in the morning assembly?"

Jackie shot her an un-amused look. "Yeah I remember."

Adele tried to draw her light voice into one that was deeper and that drawled. "Miss Jackson are you alright?"

Jackie snarled at her, "You're a funny one Eddie."

Adele raised her hands in surrender, "Just saying. He knows who you are."

Jackie smiled, as Eugene's gaze drifted to the two of them descending the stairs.

Adele gave Eugene a confident wink, and he chuckled, taking her arm as she landed in the foyer. "Miss Roux, you look amazing."

Adele blushed, and leaned into his ear. "Better than in the shower?"

It was Eugene's turn to blush, and he rubbed his nexk nervously. "I think that's a trick question."

Adele grinned, as she released his arm, after he had helped her up into the jeep. "Thank you Corporal Roe."

He smiled, "Entirely welcome Miss Roux."

Finally, when all the nurses had been escorted out, the driver started the jeep, and pulled out of the hospital.

George Luz, Bill Gaurnere, Joe Toye, Joe Liebgott, David Webster and others stood impatiently by the bar, waiting to hear the telltale sound of the girl's heels striking the ground.

George threw his cigarette into an ash tray. "How many are there?" He asked casually.

Joe Toye raised an eyebrow, "I think there are ten."

George nodded, "Fair shot for everyone then?"

Bill nodded, "Yeah, everyone's got a chance. What sucks though is that only four will stay with us."

Joe Liebgott shrugged, "Hey, don't complain Bill. Four is better than none. And odds are that one's gonna have gorgeous tits."

Muck chuckled, and laid a hand on George's shoulder. "Sorry Liebgott, George has already taken the one with the tits."

George shook his head, winking at Bill. "Yeah, ol' Gonorrhea got pretty worried. Thought that blonde was going for George here, so he pulled rank."

Catcalls went up from the crowd of men, and Bill chuckled, "Shaddup Luz!"

George pointed accusingly at him. "See that's what I mean!"

Bill shook his head and downed a sip of beer, "What would I do without George Luz?"

Muck hit Bill on the back jovially. "Sleep with more women!"

After another round of catcalls, and whistling, followed by Bill's command for Muck to "Shaddup," the men went outside to greet the arriving nurses.

They all lined up formally to take a lady by the arm and lead her inside, and when the jeeps pulled up, Liebgott, the first in line stepped forward eagerly.

"Joseph Liebgott." He said politely as he took a nurses arm. "Katherine Thomas." The brown haired nurse said, as he helped her off the jeep.

Jackie smiled broadly when a tall, dark haired man helped her off the jeep. "Joe Toye, West Virginia." She hopped down from the jeep, and gave him a delighted smile. "Jacqueline Johnson. West Virginia!"

Excitedly Joe gazed at her, "Small world?"

Adele gave her hand to a somewhat older looking man, with a kind face, and riveting dark eyes. She nodded courteously, as he helped her down
from the jeep.

"Carwood Lipton." He offered, as she took his arm.

Adele's pink lips parted and she smiled sweetly up at him. "Adele Roux."

He looked kindly down at her, "I hope you have a wonderful evening Mrs. Roux."

She gave him a small smile back. "You too Sergeant Lipton. Where are you from?"

He opened the door for her, and led her inside. "Huntington."

Adele nodded, she didn't know where Huntington was.

"And you?" He asked, as he expertly pulled a chair out for her. "Where are you from?"

She spread her dress carefully across the seat, and crossed her legs. "France."

He tilted his head appreciatively, "Really?"

She nodded, and her blue eyes flashed to his left hand that lay on the table and the glint of metal in the late afternoon sun caught her gaze.

"Married?" She asked straightforwardly, nodding at his ring.

He smiled bashfully, and lowered his hand. "Yeah. I'm a bit older than some of the other guys here."

Adele raised an eyebrow, "I doubt it."

He shrugged, "I'm 26."

Adele rolled her eyes, "Oh yeah, you're over the hill."

He grinned, and took a sip of his beer, smiling broadly as the warm liquid slid down his throat.

A hand fell upon Adele's shoulder, and she turned to see Bill Gaurnere winking at her.

"Rocking the cradle Lip?" He asked suggestively, poking Adele in the shoulder.

Carwood Lipton hung his head embarrassedly, and then shot Bill an empowered look. "Yeah well when you're my age, and a pretty, young blonde sit at your table, that says something."

Bill snorted, and shot Adele an unimpressed look. "Eh, what's it saying?"

Carwood took another sip of his beer, "Says that they know who the real man around here is, and who the dirty Italian is."

The bar roared with laughter, and Carwood gave a couple phony bows as Bill waved his hand dismissively, before relenting, and laughing himself.

When the noise quieted, Bill nodded respectfully at Carwood. "I'm taking the blonde." He noted, as he pulled Adele to her feet.

Carwood smiled warmly at the two of them, fingering his glinting wedding band. "Get out of my sight Gaurnere." He ordered Bill. He paused to wink at Adele, "You look charming Mrs. Roux."