Reggie was not really in a good mood this morning when he woke up to the beeping. Yeah it was just a nap but this was one of those naps where Reggie found himself in a dream, in particular, one where he's in a rap video inside a strip club looking at ass the whole time... didn't even recognize that there were more to the body than ass, hell...as far as Reggie knew, the ass was the body. Reggie sat up in his custom P-51 Mustang looking at his watch "Man.................DAMN!" he shouted, looking out his canopy at the other planes in the hangar. 

Yawning, he opens the canopy and stands up, not really happy about his nap interruption but...needed a little sprucing up before heading to the common room. He turned on his music he had installed, needing something to get him in good spirits. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8AtyaxgtOU

Starting off with the bopping of his head from the beat, Reggie was getting in a good mood "Ah yeah....we gon' start this shit off good!" as he started singing with the song. Getting in his shave and brushing his teeth, using water from his water bottle, a habit he started having when being without a proper place from grooming for several weeks while at war. 

Wiping his face off to get the remaining cream off his face and putting away his razor, Reggie rinsed his mouth off and headed off to the common room, walking with a little strut. Upon coming in Reggie looked around to see the different pilots that he was more than likely going to work with. In a true Reggie fashion, he was going to make himself known whether anyone liked it or not "WHAT UP Y'ALL, GOOD MORNIN'!!" Reggie shouted out but did not receive a reply. 

Looking around, still with no reply, Reggie spoke up again "Aight, so y'all gon' act like y'all didn't hear me......damn.....I SAID GOOD MORNIN'!" waiting a moment "Aight fuck it, y'all ain't gotta say anything, guess errbody a lil on edge but we gon' talk later. I'll just help my ass wit' some coffee then..."

Reggie walked over smelling the coffee "Damn this shit smell good. Guess the old commercial is right, the best part of wakin up is folgers in your cup but I don't believe that shit" he said looking at the other "Best part of wakin up for me is wakin wit' some fine piece of tail hugged all up on me...hahaaa..." Upon making it to the coffee machine and making a fresh small pot for himself, he looked on and pouring himself a cup "Shit man...I'll just take this coffee as black as my ass." Taking a sip and moving the cup from his mouth as a focused look came upon his face and looked at the cup after savoring and gulping down some of the liquid "*smacking his lips* Well goddamn....boy this must be that gourmet Euro shit right here! that...that Italian, British, French, Grey poupon shit!" taking another sip "They need to make a commercial for this....It'll make you go Mmm-mmmmmm bitch! like a sir style!" sipping some more "Damn!" 

Reggie after learning about the options of which route they should take, Reggie of coarse, spoke out again "Maaaaan fuck that, I ain't got time for no fuckin sightseein'! We can haul our asses on the quicker route and get back to big titty America in no time. That's what I got to say about that shit...I don't know bout the rest of y'all but that's my vote.....shit..." 

Reggie sat down for a moment to continue sipping his coffee for a little while longer while he checked out the others around who looks to have come from all walks of life. But before needing to socialize some more....he needed some more of that gourmet shit.