What Happens Doesn't Always Stay

One Night Stand

"Eric?" Wes looked at his partner who was driving.

"What is it, Wes?" the Quantum ranger replied, clearly annoyed.

"Have you ever had a one night stand?"

"What kind of question is that?!" It was a good thing Eric's foot had been on the break at that moment, or the SUV would've sped into a stop sign on the other side of the road.

"A question I'm asking you."

Eric muttered insults under his breath.

"Is that a 'yes' or a 'no'? Because I've heard a lot of things from the former military recruits."

"You realize that just because I was an Army Ranger doesn't mean that I slept with a bunch of random girls overseas, right?"

"But did you?"

"Wes," Eric drew out the name in a complaining manner.

"You did."

"I never said that."

"You're avoiding the question."

"It's a stupid question."

"It's a legitimate question."

"I was stationed in France."

"France?"

"Do you want to know what happened or not?" Eric nearly growled, causing Wes to keep quiet. "I was stationed in France and a few guys and I went to Paris and had a few drinks. I was twenty. The next thing I know, I wake up in a motel with this girl. I felt her moving. She got up quickly, got dressed, and ran out. Didn't even turn around. End of story."

"That's it? You don't remember anything else?"

Eric sighed at the short memory. "Long blonde hair cascading down her back in waves."

"So you slept with a French girl when you were twenty and don't even remember it?" Wes asked incredulously.

"I don't think she was even French."

"What do you mean?"

"The back of her shirt said 'Miss California High School Rodeo Queen 1993'."

"How old was this girl?" Wes nearly yelled in shock.

"No clue."

"So you slept with an American teenage girl when you were stationed in France, at twenty, and all you know is that she was blonde?"

"Pretty much sums it up."

"Why did I even ask?"

"I wish I knew the answer to that."