章節 78: Chapter 78: Dancing with the Hero
The Bird Club's main hall was illuminated by classical lights hanging from the walls and ceiling. Beautiful music flowed like water in the hall as couples of gentlemen in suits and ladies in gowns danced, immersed in this entertainment place far away from the smoke of war.
If the club hadn't been booked directly and professional dancers dressed as guests, Kyle in a tuxedo would have caused a sensation when he appeared in the ballroom.
Kyle, the youngest major officer in the United States, was a hero who symbolized American strength and conquest. Since the Hydra organization was uprooted and eradicated, he had become a legendary figure in the streets of Europe and the United States.
Although it was an exaggeration to describe him as a "legend," he had the ability to single-handedly affect the situation on the entire European battlefield and cause harm to Germany, which had strong military power in World War II.
In the eyes of American soldiers and some fanatical fangirls, Kyle was a veritable legendary hero, with a reputation and prestige far beyond that of generals and officers.
Now Europe was peaceful. In the United States, six out of ten promotional videos for domestic conscription were exclusively about Kyle, and the other four were war records of Kyle and Captain Steve fighting side by side. One could imagine the strength of Kyle's halo as a war hero now.
Hope dimmed and was rekindled, and the confident young man returned as promised.
Carter, standing in the middle of the ballroom, looked at Kyle, who emerged from the separated dancing crowd, and was speechless for a moment. Kyle also remained silent, not knowing what to say. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, I didn't bring Steve back."
As soon as these words were spoken, the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere suddenly solidified and became heavy. Carter took a few steps forward, shook her head and said, "It's not all your fault, we couldn't predict what would happen on the plane."
"No, it's because I underestimated Schmidt. I thought … " Before Kyle could finish, Carter shook her head at him again and said slowly, "That's enough. It's all over now."
After saying that, Carter extended her hand slightly forward, anticipation in the depths of her beautiful eyes. Her red lips parted slightly. "Didn't Steve ask you to come on his behalf to invite me to a dance? Why are you only here now? It's been two weeks."
"It's a bit far out at sea, so I'm late." Kylefound an excuse. After a moment of hesitation, he imitated Howard's gentlemanly gesture and reached out his hand to hold Carter's soft hand.
"If you don't know how to dance, I can teach you. Just don't step on my shoes," Carter said, and was about to lead Kyle in a slow dance to the tune in the hall.
"There's no need for that." Kyle couldn't help but laugh. There weren't many common skills he didn't know in this world, and even if there were, he could just read the card directly. Especially the green [Party Dance] ability card, which he had drawn from Carter but hadn't had a chance to use yet.
Just then, the gentle tune in the hall stopped and another hurried, passionate song began to play. Kyle took the initiative and began to dance with exquisite skills that were not inferior to professional dancers. Under his exquisite control, he held Carter's waist with one hand and slightly lifted her into the air as he spun and danced. Carter quickly kept up with the pace, her red dress fluttering in the wind.
A hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes. She didn't expect Kyle to be so proficient in dancing besides fighting and killing on the battlefield. Kyle held Carter's hand with one hand and her slender waist with the other as he danced to the increasingly passionate tune.
With his strong, perfect body, wearing a tuxedo naturally made him look like a thin gentleman in a greenhouse in the city. He lost some of the coldness and killing intent of the black combat uniform and gained some gentleness and handsomeness.
Paired with the cool and beautiful Carter that night, their appearance alone was pleasing to the eye. In addition, their dance movements were energetic and neat, and they cooperated well. Difficult movements were easily completed, and each of their hand movements and steps were in tune with the tune of the song.
Kyle and Carter had occupied the center of the ballroom, and the surrounding people's eyes fell on them with amazement and admiration. When the song ended, Kyle slowly held Carter's slender waist and steadied her body. Carter pressed her palms lightly on his broad chest.
As if amazed by the high level of completeness of their dance, the people in the ballroom applauded. "It's over," Kyle shrugged and withdrew his hands.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Carter's beautiful eyes. She could only slowly put down her hands and say in surprise, "I didn't expect you to know how to dance."
"I learned it from my parents at home before I joined the army," Kyle answered casually and said straightforwardly, "Is there anything else you want to do? I happen to be free tonight."
"Are you going to the front line tomorrow?" Carter asked. "Oh right, you haven't reported back to the base in half a month." She paused to gather her courage. "In that case, let's go out and have a drink."
Kyle looked at Carter in surprise. "Drink, just the two of us?" He couldn't help but wonder why a man and a woman would do this, something that is usually reserved for brothers in arms. After a moment of hesitation, he asked tentatively, "You don't really like me, do you, like Steve said?"
Carter was taken aback by the question. She avoided Kyle's gaze and waved her hand dismissively. "No, of course not. You're overthinking this."
"That's good," Kyle said with relief, smiling. "I knew Steve was lying to me. Even if he hadn't said anything, I would still take care of you."
"I don't need you to take care of me," Carter retorted, her tone becoming colder. "Are you going to drink or not?"
"Sure," Kyle replied. "It's rare for me to relax. Why not drink?"
"Just don't get drunk," Carter warned him. "I can't help someone as big as you."
"Ha! No worries there," Kyle said with a shake of his head. His super soldier body had a metabolism that was four times faster than a human's, so it would be almost impossible for him to get drunk from alcohol.
The next morning, the white gauze curtains were blowing in the breeze and the golden sunlight was streaming into the room. Kyle woke up with a slightly dizzy head, the aftereffects of his drunkenness the night before.
He couldn't believe he had gotten so drunk. Kyle smiled bitterly as he lay in bed, arms and legs splayed out. It was embarrassing for a super soldier to get drunk like that. He had thought he could handle his alcohol, so he kept trying different high-alcohol content wines.
By the time he realized he was drunk, it was too late. But he supposed it didn't matter, since he was in a resting stage and could afford to let off some steam by getting drunk. If he were on a mission or waiting for battle, he wouldn't touch a drop of alcohol.
Kyle suddenly remembered how much trouble he had caused Carter the previous night. He pulled the sheets up and saw that he was wearing simple pajamas provided by the club, instead of his swallow-tailed uniform. He vaguely remembered Carter and some of the other attendants helping him into the room and taking off his clothes.
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