[...] Both their heads suddenly turned to look past him, and Fallon, turning too, joined them in watching a girl in a tight tan skirt detach herself from a party at one of the tables in a shadowy corner. She brushed past them, murmuring, “Excuse me,” and all three of their heads were drawn to watch her buttocks shift and settle, shift and settle until she disappeared into the ladies’ room.

“Man, that’s rough,” the shorter of the two soldiers said, and his grin included Fallon, who grinned back.

“Oughta be a law against wavin’ it around that way,” the tall soldier said. “Bad for the troops.”