Ares swung back on his seat. Shore leave was good for the boys' morale.
After a short while of relaxation and daydreaming, eyes half-shut, he came back to full consciousness with a start when some old-school traditional music came on. Of course, it had to be one of his squadron that was dancing on the table, hadn't it? Totenkopt's Recon boys would be laughing at Red Wing tomorrow, that was for certain.
He laughed at Kaputski, letting the song end so that he could carry on making a fool of himself,
"Get down from there, you drunk! You're making us look like lightweights, Lieutenant! We can't have that!"
He ordered yet another round of beer, sticking some party music on. Sure, it sounded like the trash Xenos would listen to, but it was good trash.
This weekend Gold Wing could cover the slack. The boys from Red deserved a breather. They'd earned it... and the next day they would have earned their bastard hangovers.