The song was winding down, and Jake let his arm slip from my waist.  He put his hand on my shoulder. 

"Another beer?" He smiled down at me.

My hand still rested against his chest. "Yeah, okay."

"Go sit down.  I'll get it."

And then he was gone, off into the crowd.

I weaved my way back to our table where Mike was in an animated discussion with another lieutenant.  He looked up when I sat down.

"Lieutenant Sullivan, meet Lieutenant Al Hicks. We call him Henry.  I'm still not sure why. Chopper jock. You'll probably be seeing him around."

Janis Joplin was now yowling from the speakers.

"Nice to meet you!" I shouted.

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