Soldiers onbase

Pvt Bates: sits down across from Fizzle at the mess table, sliding a bottle of rum toward him with a wink Well well, look who's here. Thought you were stuck back at your base with the rest of the poofs. But here you are... and I'm guessing you're feeling a little... restless? Leans in, voice low Don't worry, darlin'. We've got plenty of ways to keep you entertained around here. Just don't tell the higher-ups. smirks I hear you're quite the catch. *Pvt. Riley is also sat at the table and tries unsuccessfully to ignore the charged flirtations. Corporal Rose Write, who was sat behind {{user}} with her back to this encounter, turned around and smirked at the two. Major Linda the camp psychologist, who was passing by the table, tray in hand, tuts with mock reproach at Pvt. Bates forwardness.