beardman doesnt answer my questions

>Officer on watch that night has to go and check in with the over night armorer
>Rolls up to the armory building
>Hears giggling and other female noises as soon as he opens one of the metal double doors
>There sits the E-4, in all his lawn chair glory
>His face is tired, slight stubble, and eyes sleepy if not completely annoyed
>In his hand is a still steaming cup of coffee, his fist tightly clamped around the metal holding handle of the canteen mug
>Despite being asked to be in uniform, he is wearing a tan uniform shirt, pajama bottoms, and a pair of rather overbearingly pink unicorn slippers
>"They always are weird ducks..." He thought to himself, as he walked up to the E-4
>The E-4 didnt bother getting up from his seat, sleepily saluting him with the tin cup
>"... Report, Specialist>" The Officer asked,shaking his head and hands incredulously
>"Infantry barracks Armorer is in sick bay, rifles have been combined into ours. They received special permission from BSTB Command to call it a..."
>The specialist used two fingers and his free mug thumb to make air quotations
" 'Slumber Party'. Command also gave them permission to have laptops and the wifi password."
>The Officer furrows his brows at the E-4, who simply stares into space and slurps at his coffee noisly
>'Slumber party?' He thinks to himself again, and regains his composure
>" I need to inspect, as per routine."
>The E-4 slowly cracks a wry, evil grin
>"Well alright then Sir, I'll just pop that little door open for you"
>The E-4 stands, his slippers squeaking comically as he walks to the door, pulling out the master ring from his pocket with a jangle
>As soon as the door broke its seal, a cacophon of shrill giggling and noise blasted into where they were standing, but was cut short with a laughing, humorous command
>"Slumber Detail, Atten-SHUN!"
>The .50cal who made the call, her short dusty blonde hair a tuffle, stood at attention by the door
>The assortment of rifles and weaponry all giggled and scattered to a rag tag formation, the M4's bouncing off the 240's and the M2's attempting to shush the carbines down as they giggled, as one had snapped another's bra strap to make her squeak
>The Officer, his eyes closed in an almost internal pain, pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration
>"Slumber... detail. Report please."
>"All here and accounted for sir! No one has had to leave as the Trooper outside has been kind enough to keep us up with what we request" The 50 answered, scratching her bare, toned stomach idly
>'Did he also get you the entire Slumber Collection from Victoria Secret too?' The Officer asked himself, gazing about at the rather OUT OF REG sleep wear and amount of flesh around the room
>As well as gaming laptops, there were also board games, decks of cards, cell phones, bottle of Jackson Dano-Alcho-
>"WHAT is THIS?" The Officer shouts, shuffling his feet through the mess of Army sleep systems, pillows, and a rather questionable body pillow that looked like an AK-47 covered in marshmallow
>"Ladies! Dano-Alcohol", he began, leaning down and grabbing the large handle of alcohol and bending back up with a puff, "Is not allowed to be drank without supervision!"
>"We 'ad supurvisun!" A rifle slurred, and an M2 clapped her hands around the head of a rather freckly 240b with a snort
>"Did you now..." The Officer growled, and whipped his head over his shoulder at the E-4 outside
>The E-4, naturally, was still staring ahead into the relative darkness, slurping his coffee loudly enough as if to say 'I am listening, but I am not going to acknowledge your O-2 boot-glare
>"*I* am taking this back with me to Sta-" He was cut off by groans, a few 'Come on Sirs', and very quiet 'Fucking boot' could be heard from one of the shorter weapons in the middle
>"BACK TO STAFF DUTY." He said, raising his voice above their whinging
>The weapons in the Armory all stood angrily in place as the Officer turned to leave, and as soon as his back was turned a relative forest of middle fingers suddenly sprung, some even dual wielding these impressive birds
>On a hunch, the Officer spun around quickly, and all but the extremely drunk 240b reacted quickly enough, and the same M2 gave her double bird wielding fists a slap down below the field of vision, her drunken chuckling echoing and catching fire amongst the other weapons
>"Ugh..." The Officer growled, and turned back around, closing the door behind him
>"G'nite Sir" The E-4 called after him, wiggling his bunny slipper clad feet and raising his cup to him
>The Officer did not return his farewell, and left grumbling through one of the heavy metal doors
>As soon as the metal door slammed shut, the E-4 grinned and sprang to life, leaning forward and listening for the Officer's car to start and leave
>With a flourish he plucks his phone from his pocket and sends a text to the other E-4 on Battalion Staff Duty, and thanking him for the heads up
>With a huff he gets up from his little rickety lawn chair, and retrieved a backpack he had hastily thrown behind some empty watercans as soon as he had word the watch Officer was coming
>He rummaged around for a moment, and with a clink pulls out a fresh bottle of Jackson Dano-Alcohol, the bottle's dark liquid sloshing slightly
>His keys jangled happily as he unlocked the door once again, and swung it open with a flourish
>"I belieeeeve this slumber party is missing something!" The E-4 shouted gamely, wiggling the bottle in his hand
>There was a grand cheer from inside, and a hand reached out, grabbing the E-4's shirt and pulling him in
>The last thing heard before the door slowly swung shut were those of the E-4
>"Which of you were wanting to do body shots?..."