A Terrellian in uniform shoved his way through the crowd. He'd stop on occasion to ask a question or two, then he'd push through again. He ran up to a stallion that was surrounded by gawking mares. "Admiral Mork!"
Mork laughed and the mares parted. "What can I do for you General?"
"Wipe that off." He squinted.
Mork wiped his mouth off then laughed. "Alright who was wearing red... where'd she go?" The mares giggled then walked away. "Hey!" He looked at the General and threw up his arms. "You're ruining my fun."
The General waved his hand. "Get your tail in gear and get to headquarters.... and maybe I'll overlook the fact that you smuggles red wine into the Palace."
"It was in my pocket, don't know how it got there." He tossed the empty bottle to an aid. "Dispose please." He followed the General. He wasn't drunk, just loosened up.