Joe and Bill chose that moment to return with drinks, and Sledge took the opportunity to slide out of the booth, nudging George and gesturing meaningfully with his eyes. George nodded quickly, scooting out to let the Marine free and Sledge breathed a sigh of relief; there was no way he was about to break up a God damn brawl just because Snafu wanted to rile up another Cajun and his Soulmate. No fuckin’ way. The bonds of brotherhood in battle only went so far. Besides, he’d already gotten Lizzie’s number, so he was good.
“Snafu, we should get goin’ back to barracks. Bill and Burgy will be wonderin’ where we got to. Come on.”
Lizzie scooched out of the booth quickly so Snafu could leave, the tension making her move faster than she normally would have.