"Sergeant Ranford." Sam said greeting the female soldier approaching him.
"Just Melissa would do." The red haired woman replied with a smile. Holding up a bottle she then added. "Would you like some?"
"Sure."
With his cup refilled, Sam returned his gaze to the partying crowd. Things seemed to be going well so far, no problems, no accidents. There was no need for him to be on edge any more so he allowed himself to relax.
"Better than expected, huh?" Melissa remarked as if she read his thoughts.
"I'm quite impressed." Sam said. "I never expected them to behave themselves."
"Well, at the end of the day they're all trained soldiers. If they weren't disciplined enough to follow the orders of their superiors then they wouldn't be here in the first place."
"I guess you have a point…"