[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks (Officer's Club) [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b]"Yes, well... Jolly good then Miss Tarek, Sergeant Walsh. I should hope to be in your company again soon."[/color] Reginald gave a polite bow to the both of them, insisting upon polite behavior but not entirely sure as to the extent of their friendship. The Lord Major did not wish to overstep bounds of decency; were Aziza in a more modern form of courtship with the retired Sergeant, an unrelated older man giving an embrace to the young and pretty Miss Tarek might be taken as a competitive sign. Not at all that he thought himself a potential paramour for the young lady, but propriety must be observed. 

	Manners of a Lord or Gentleman, if used in the spirit of their development, were enacted almost solely for the purpose of making others feel as comfortable as possible with your presence. Manners were the cornerstone of civilization, as was holding others to the highest standard of them. 

	The younger American girl had made her decision to stay with the pair of Lordly British Military Pilots, pouring herself another drink. Reginald nodded his approval, motioning to other glasses, bottles, and foodstuffs as if to open an invitation to sample away. The evening was still toward the side of early, and despite a desire to hit the ground running tomorrow morning, he was absolutely certain that another hour or two wouldn't hurt, not a bit. 

	The oddly plucky Lord Major raised his glass to his nephew's toast, repeating back to him, [color=b8860b]"Fellowship of the Ring, sir!"[/color] before finishing off his flute of champagne. [color=b8860b]"Now then, the charming Miss Ridgeway has a penchant for War Stories! Ha ha, well... it is safe to assume that the Lord Captain and myself have more than our fair share. There is this one that comes to mind, Madame, thought I must confess it is a tad ribald. If the like offends your sensibilities, please ask me to desist."[/color]

	[color=b8860b]"During the War, I once brought jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel..."[/color]