Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

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Admiral Andrews staggered into his office, offering an apology to the potential recruit,

"Sorry, buddy, was, ah, busy,"

He deftly tossed an empty rum bottle across the room, watching it land perfectly in the bin. Quite a feat for a drunk.

He then retrieved is hip flask and tipped it to the man in his seat,

"Cheers, Sergeant Monroe, I'll take it from 'ere..."

He then took is swivel seat, spun around and rested his feet on his desk.

"Now... Mister Baird Hawkins... yer not related to my buddy Eddie Hawkins, are you?"

RP: The man slightly shifted in his seat, almost surprised to see someone in this state as a part of the once famed Bretonian Armed Forces. He half stuttered.......

Eddie Hawkins sir? I've never heard of him, why is there a problem?

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