Admiral George Richard Hall quietly entered the lounge. He was wearing a commoner's suit and a shady hat, hoping not to be recognized. He hated casually chatting with both his subordinates and superiors. He preferred to keep all matter formal and himself distanced and dignified. He hastily passed by the conversing officers, hiding his face.
George didn't care at all about who was lesbian and who was not. All he cared about now was who had the best tea.