Scene, GDMD regimental offices. Pas de Problem slumps tiredly in a chair, still dressed in his mud-spattered traveling clothes. Eyes closed, he mutters to the regimental ajutant... "Tell the tailor that I've lost a few inches over the past few months due to the incredibly bad food... and sack the chief cook, we need a change in diet the next time we're in the field... no wait, he needs to cater our celebration next month... Oh, did I mention that we should have a party next month?... Make sure its a lively event, the men are still pretty hyped up after the last few months... and if we invite everyone, we can write it off as a regimental expense and not use my funds... Zzzzzz...." ------ To: The men of the GDMD From: BBG de Problem, GDMD In order to show you just how proud I am of you, I've reserved a room at Bothwell's for the second week of June. All drinks are on me and, since I'd like to keep the event slightly couth, all your lady friends are invited. Feel free to bring any of your friends that might be considering joining our glorious regiment as well. Your proud CO, Pas de Problem ------ [OOC: PdP, party, week 2, all invited, mistresses welcome.]
