Sonny is still laughing when he comes in, pulling off his sunglasses so his eyes can adjust to the dim light in the tent. There's a lantern lit on the center of the table, casting light and shadows across the faces of his brothers that gather for the meeting. He'd been the one responsible for most of the Bachelorette-themed decorations, and when Sarge stepped on a dick-shaped water balloon that exploded all over his shoe, Sonny lost it and hasn't found it again since. His chuckles have become rather breathless, but he's finally starting to reign them in as he moves to take his place at Rodeo's left side.
"Barbara?" Sonny repeats, once he gets a hold of his sniggers. "She'd have been the Sergeant's replacement?" Sonny scoffs, dropping down into his chair. "Damn, Sarge, why'd you have to keep tickin'? Barb's totally missing her calling here. I mean, she used to be a cheerleader, right? That's got 'leader' in it, so clearly she's qualified. Plus, her and T could mud wrestle at the end of every mass."