A boisterous party awaited the cultivators as Jake opened the door. The soldiers had gone from drunk to sober and then back to drunk again, and no one looked ready to slow down. After seeing the majors, their rambunctiousness went from rowdy to wild.
"Wh-Wh-Wait, is that the major!?"
"Slow down, what? Where?"
"Whoa, no fuckin' way, that's the major!"
"Reggie, look! The majors look like princesses!"
Roxy and Major Reed wore luxurious cocktail dresses, with the former's being a rich purple and the latter's being white to resemble a toga. While the blonde didn't want to wear one, every other woman did, so she gave in to peer pressure.
The men also looked handsome in their button-up shirts. They found them stifling but wore them to avoid looking like scrubs around the stunning females.
While Roxy and Major Reed found the praise enjoyable, they didn't understand why Jake felt victorious. However, the uproar that followed answered that question immediately.
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