Chapter 845 Drunk, Dumb, and Asking for Trouble

• They'd partied like there was no tomorrow—drank till they threw up, danced till their legs gave out.
• Inside the oversized military tent, bodies were flopped everywhere. Some were half-dressed, some not dressed at all, tangled together like a heap of laundry, snoring loud enough to shake the walls. The whole place looked like a scene you'd want to scrub from your brain.
• A few soldiers were gripping random legs—hairy ones, too—murmuring in slurred voices, "Babe... my darling..." like they couldn't tell the difference between a lover and a tree trunk.