Officers club.

[John Bell Hood]

I remember when I took that picture. Hey pass the bottle why don't ya!

[R Belotti]

Stepping aside as the door to the officer's club swings open before him, Captain Laurie reaches up and doffs his hat respectfully as the two departing officers briskly pass by. He replaces his hat, then does a double take. 'Blue uniforms? Yankees here? Why, it couldn't be. Must have been some of the Harper's Ferry coats.' With a shrug, he steps into the club, checking his treasured LeMat and his slouch hat with the attendant. He absently brushes an imagined speck of dust off of his crimson artilleryman's collar and adjusts the antique heavy cavalry sword at his hip, the very blade his grandfather carried during the Peninsular War. Satisfied, he turns to face the others present, offering a greeting as he seeks an empty seat.
"Good evening, gentlemen. Ah trust you're all well?"

[FancyPants]

A young Lieutenant struggles with his frozen equipment as he pulls out his set of binoculars, standing at the edge of the treeline.
*See's the lights of the only lit building in the town, bustling with cheer and laughter in the cold January night*
"hmm... what a nice town."
"Welp, no rebs here. Captain will be wanting a scouting report soon, better get back to camp."
*sinks back into the thicket of brush, signalling his skirmishers to fall back to the camp*

[Cullen Bohanen]

Good Day Gentlemen

[Frederick]

A toast, gentlemen. A toast to the sunny South and general Lee!

[A. P. Hill]

Aye!

It's been a tad bit quiet in here lately.

[von-Winkler]

Guten Tag Gentlemen,
Now our company is in the city and it is for me a duty and pleasure to visit this Establishment. I am ready to share my last bottle of good German Schnaps with a pair of southern Gentlemen.

[J.J. Massey]

Tag, Von-Winkler,

Salute to all of your troops marching into battle alongside the glorious Confederate States to defeat the invading northern Yankee bastards!

This rounds on me!

Auf Wiedersehen!

[von-Winkler]

Ay, these are the words of a real Gentleman

I salute you and your Company.

[vonMoltke]

Good evening my fine fellow soldiers *clicking the heels together* and what a fine evening it is.

*takes off hat, takes a seat*

I shall have a flask of your finest whiskey, my dear bartender! Who wants to join in?
1st Lieutenant Meier is my name, 3rd Alabama, A Company. I see there are other people here whose veins are flooded with good German blood? Well Guten Abend to you fine men.