Bill leaned back in his chair, trying to recall the exact circumstances of the cross-dressing.

"Well, some of 'em it was in high school, for the powderpuff game." Which... he may or may not have been a part of (being the starting quarterback, 'may' is more likely than not). "An' the others were lost bets. So yeah, if you wanna see it, win a bet."

Pencils in the ceiling would be an easy one for her, what with the pointy thing throwing practice she's had.

"The only time anyone salutes me is if they're bein' a smart-ass, or someone important is around. You could bring me coffee, though. That'd be nice."

He gave her a smile, and he was glad to know that he had someone like her on his side, no matter how bad off he happened to make himself.