Hans Schultz (age, 39):
(July 14, 1928)
Hans Schultz drunkenly danced with his friends and the guest of honor, his good friend and German renowned Colonel Engelbert Jahnke, to the live music playing on stage at Hilda's Hofbrau. Some were belting out lyrics to the song being performed, some did the polka, and others danced in a circle with their overfilled beer mugs while spilling a bit here and there. It was a night every man dreamed of. Music, beer, friends, and lots of pretty girls wandering around the area. Tonight was all about fun, and nothing in the outside world mattered at that very moment. Not work, not stress, not anything.
"Oh Engelbert, this party is wunderbar," Schultz cried, with glee. "And so much music."
"You know what they say, Hans; you live once, so make the best of it," Jahnke, a tall, thin, dark haired and eyed man answered with a grin.
Both men laughed in response and clinked their mugs in cheers, when Schultz gazed over at the other side of the room and spotted a beautiful blonde standing there in a slender, glittery, sleeveless black dress. She was laughing with a few of her girlfriends, had golden hair that went down a bit passed the middle of her back, and had dazzling blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean during the daytime. She looked over to where Schultz stood with Jahnke, spotted the heavyset man, then blushed and waved 'hello' to him.
"Who, who, who is that?" Schultz gasped, his heart dancing in circles the longer he looked at the girl.
"That is Maria Euler. A model from Dusseldorf and a good friend of mine. Couldn't throw a party without her and her friends, now could I," Jahnke said, with a wink.
"Beauitiful," Schultz said. He was completely mesmerized by the woman and had to speak with her. Without realizing it, he began to approach her and cleared his throat when he was less than four feet away from her. "Guten abend, baby," he spoke with a grin.
Maria, who had been laughing with her girls about something in particular, turned her eyes to Schultz and blushed again. "Guten abend, Herr…"
"Schultz. Please, call me Hans," he said.
"Well Hans, what's a handsome man like you doing here away from your wife?" She asked flirtatiously.
"Who is she?" Schultz remarked, the alcohol talking at that point. He received a giggle in response. A sound that made angels sing in his head.
"You are too funny, Hans," Maria told him. "Such a lovely sense of humor…I bet you could make anybody laugh."
"Funny enough you would like a dance?" He asked, holding his arm out to her.
Maria's grin widened and was about to take a hold, when a high piercing scream startled both her and Schultz. "HANS!" A woman's voice yelled.
Schultz's eyes almost fell out of his head and snapped them to the front entrance. When he saw who was storming his way, he nearly felt faint. "Gretchen?" He gasped.
His fuming wife approached him and stared him straight into his baby blue irises. "I've been looking all over town for you, and I find you here drunk and flirting with another woman?" She spat, placing her fists on her hips.
"But, but, but I told you I was going to Engelbert's birthday party." Schultz stuttered, knowing he was in hot water now.
"You go out and have fun while I stay home with four young children all to find out you are flirting with this tramp here?!"
"Excuse me?" Maria remarked, staring down her competition, which she found not much.
"Can it, blondie," Gretchen said, briefly turning her attention to her before looking back at her drunken fool of a husband. "This party is over. For you, it is."
"But Gretchen, Liebchen, I haven't finished my beer yet a…"
"You'll be done with your beer when I say you are. Let's go!" Gretchen grabbed Schultz by the ear and pulled him out of the Hofbrau, trailing behind her with a bunch of 'ow's' and stumbling.
"Happy Birthday, Engelbert! I will call you tomorrow," Schultz called out, then grumbled to himself, "If I live that long."