Lieutenant Washington wiped perspiration from his bald head. He pointed. "I'll take you," he said thickly. "And you two for Garcia and Van Gundy."
"Garcia and Van Gundy may not want companions," said Captain Torkel.
"Don't be silly."
Eyes shining, Fox selected a tall, lean-faced girl. Then he pulled Kelly forward. "Kelly, pick yourself out a companion."
Kelly belched.
"Pick out one of the girls, you idiot. Which one do you want?"
Kelly stared glassily at the waiting, watching figures.
"All."
"No, Kelly, you can't have them all. Just one. Pick out one. No, I'll pick one out for you." Fox nodded at one of the girls. She laughed and came to Kelly.
Captain Torkel downed the rest of his wine. "Now we'll return to the rocket with our companions."