The site was below a footbridge. The other soldiers’ involvement was minimal, so it wasn't a big deal if other people saw them. Wesley, on the other hand, was in command.

So he was in plain clothes. A uniform would have outed him.

“Ten-hut!" he ordered, his voice traveling to the footbridge.

By sheer coincidence, Blair was walking along the bridge, trying to feel better. When she heard his voice, she looked in the direction it came from. ALL she saw were soldiers, and a man in a cap. Was that her

Wesley?

When he spoke again, she was sure it was him!

To be safe, he couldn't stay there long, so after giving his orders, he asked, "Anything else?"

"Me! I have a question!" a silvery voice suddenly said from the footbridge.

Some soldiers couldn't help but turn around to Look. In the bright Lamp light, a woman shouted, "You! Yeah you! Do you have a girlfriend? I'm free! Any takers?”

Wesley's mouth twitched with anger.

Two sips. That was all it took to get Blair drunk on Night Temptation.

She'd had two glasses of Liquor at dinner, and she was still a little tipsy. Then she said something she'd never say sober.

“I want to get married. Anyone? You don't need to be rich."

Hearing this, half of the soldiers were Looking her way now.

She continued in a soft, sweet voice, "I just need a man. Any man

Anyone want to be my boyfriend?"

Everyone was looking at her. Wesley, whose face had turned red with rage by now, was totally forgotten.

A soldier said quietly to her, “Don't be a tease. Go home." Then the soldiers began discussing it among themselves.

"She's so pretty.”

“What if she likes more than one of us?”

“What if two or more men like her? How does she decide between us? Do we fight for her?" “How could she handle that?"

"She looks familiar."

"Get over it. You think every pretty girl looks the same

Just then, “Ten-hut!" Wesley thundered.

All of them shut up and faced front, arms at their sides, chests puffed out.