Experimenting (Rhys)

[S.SGT David Bevan]

It has been a day of experimentation for David and his men, a day of new beginnings. The new Sergeant, a certain Gwydion Evans had recently joined his squad and consequently David and his men were having a little gathering in his dorm. David had planned for it to be innocent enough, a couple of beers and some light-hearted conversation to take their minds off the war but Evans had arrived in style.

He had entered the dorm with fourteen bottles of beer under his belt as well as a strange kind of tobacco leaf that David was unfamiliar with. Evans had assured him that it was a 100% legal drug but David had been initially doubtful. However, he had soon succumbed to peer pressure and within ten minutes of Evans' arrival, was enjoying himself immensely. He had never felt like this before. It was bliss.

The group of men, all of whom had been drinking the beer and smoking the mysterious leaf heavily, were sat in a large circle and each of them were as light-hearted as the next. Suddenly, he heard footsteps from outside. Panicking sightly, he kicked the small bag of leaves under the bunk and awaited for the door to open. However, he couldn't help but surpress a little giggle as the door clicked open.

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys marched down the pristine corridor of The Royal Welsh Fusilier and decided to drop in and say hi to his brother. He had heard that he was having a little party in his dorm and, despite being a bit miffed that he hadn't been invited, decided to say hello seeing as he hadn't seen him for quite some time.

He rapped his knuckles on his shabby door and, when there was no answer, pushed it open to see David sat on the floor, giggling with a group of mates. Rhys noted the discarded beer bottles with disproval and realised that David was obviously heavily drunk. But there was something else. He looked worse than he had ever seen him before, an almost far-away expression on his face. Rhys couldn't place his finger on what was wrong but he knew that something was going on. And he was going to find out.

"David," he said, after clearing his throat. "What's going on?"

[S.SGT David Bevan]

David grinned woozily as he saw his brother enter the dorm, looking as stern as ever. He tried to force himself to sober up for fear of any suspicions from Rhys but couldn't clear his mind.

"What's going on?" asked Rhys.

David rose to his feet and grinned light-headedly. He smiled randomly at his friends who immediately elapsed into a fit of uncontrollable giggling.

Every time he tried to think straight, his mind filled with confusing thoughts and he grew strangely light-headed. Making sure the leaf was hidden from view, he decided to greet his brother in the most sober way he could.

"Howdy, brother," he smiled, holding out his arms. "Give us a hug. Give us a hug!"

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys stepped back in surprise at his brother's apparent eagerness to give him a hug. He had never seen him so woozy. Either he had drank seventy-nine gallons of lager or there was something darker going on. He sniffed the dank air and a strange, exotic smell hit his nostrils. His heart filled with fear for his brother. What was he doing.

He could see something hidden pathetically beneath the bunk, a small, brown bag. Disregarding any manners whatsoever, he kneeled down and pulled the bag from under the bed. He peered into its contents and turned to David seriously.

"David...what the hell?" he whispered. "This is...this is cannabis, David. This is serious stuff. What...what..."

Rhys couldn't comprehend what was happening. David had always been a bit outrageous as a child but...he closed his mouth like a goldfish, and sent a piercing look of seriousness directed at his brother.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

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The following CP has been issued:

3CP to each Bevan