"Right now?" Jake can't lie and say he's not disappointed that their half-assed dancing is apparently coming to an end. He gets to put his hands all over Cougar's body every night when they go to bed (and at almost every other time of day, really, since they're not in the Army any longer), but he was enjoying himself.

Still, he gamely follows when Cougar leads the way to the steps. "Babe, your hair isn't long enough for a fishtail," he proclaims, settling himself down on one of the steps and spreading his knees wide in an invitation. Come sit, Cougs. "I'll give you a Dutch braid instead, make it look like you've got a mohawk. You'll look awesome."