Cassie and Luke First Meet PURPLE HEARTS

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. These are the guys we had two weeks to wish about to Iraq. Wait, we're still in Iraq? We're not out yet. Another war that never ends. Well, in that case, what do you guys want to drink? First one's on the house. Thank you. Hey! Tequila? Does he look old enough to drink tequila? Absolutely not. No, absolutely not. Double that. Copy that? I'll have a Coke. Okay. My kind of guy. Hell yeah. Could you throw in some lemon slices with that? How about you pace yourself, bro? She's into you, bro. No. Okay. Just no. Not gonna happen. Never. Just let it go, cheekbones. What? You too. No, she's like an older sister to me. Uh, Cassie has no soldier's policy, sorry. We're Marines. What's that about? Well, that means more of us for you, then. Kenting, let me check with my girlfriend. Three tequilas and a Coke. So we're good enough to fight for your ass, but not good enough to touch it. Excuse me? Okay, I'll excuse you. This time. I can't with us. Girl, it's me. What the hell? Come on, bro. Let me see what I can do. Good luck. Behave yourself. Don't do what he did. Dude has a perfect track record. Hey, I just want to apologize for our friend. He's a bit... Okay. I'm Luke, by the way. What's your name? Your waitress backslash bartender. Have a fun night, Luke. You know we're not all alike. Oh, really? Yeah. Because your friend is talking about his right to touch my ass. Apparently, you also feel entitled to. Okay, we're just going off some standard. It's, uh, it's actually a pretty big night. Last night on leave, ship off in a few weeks. I get it, but, uh... Not really an excuse for casual misogyny, though. You're cute and everything, but, uh... Okay. All right. I, uh, I get this. What do you get? You. Yeah. Me? Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're kind of predictable. I've met your type before. Yeah. Oh, do tell. Drive a Lexus that your parents paid for, but it's a hybrid, so it's okay. You probably tweet a lot about other people's rights, but when it actually comes down to fighting... Sorry, it's just fascinating to me. Do you have a PhD in mansplaining? When it actually comes down to fighting for these rights, you don't want to do anything, right? Because guns are mean. You're a pacifist. I guess it's our job to go off and fight those battles for you, right? Because you have a little peace-stub tattoo on your back to prove it. On my ass, actually. Which you can't touch, but you can kiss. Nailed it!