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"Just drinking?" Faye Owen narrowed her eyes. Her extraordinary beauty was marred by her icy countenance, a slight, cold smile hanging on her lips. She drawled, "I have a feeling it wasn't as simple as that."
"Well, we, we also sang, a lot of us had served in the military. So we just huddled together, singing military songs, reminiscing about our time in the army," Yves King replied, tittering nervously.
"Oh? Singing military songs, missing army life? That sounds like fun..." Faye Owen smirked subtly, her eyes still narrowed. "So, tell me, did it bring back the feeling of being in the military?"
"Ha ha, definitely, a little bit. See, even my military posture is quite on point now," Yves King laughingly tried to ingratiate himself, "You're quite tired, aren't you? Let me give you a shoulder massage, relieve that stress in your head. Ha ha, you know my skills."
