Igor leaned against the bar table, cleaning out a shot glass with a small white cloth. "Some night, huh?"
"Sure was," BJ huffed.
"I'm sorry you boys had to go through this, I'm sure as Hell it wasn't some fair-ride." Colonel Potter looked down at his beer and shook his head.
"Oh Colonel, you didn't know there'd be wounded, or enemy soldiers in that area. Besides, the rest of the day was wonderful by the shore..." Margret trailed off, looking to both BJ and Colonel Potter sitting beside her. Almost everyone was in a sullen mood.
Colonel Potter shifted in his seat and stood up a little straighter. "Well, at least I hear the peace talks are startin' to look better."
Margret gave a weak smile. "And thanks to that."
BJ smiled as well. "Here, here!"
Margret turned to Colonel Potter with a confused expression. "How come you're treating BJ and I to a drink and no one else?"
Colonel Potter sighed. "I asked Winchester, but he'd rather spend his time in the swamp listenin' to that music of his. Then I asked Pierce, but he said he wasn't up to it."
Margret snorted. "Pierce turned down free booz?!"
"That's a first," BJ added.
The Colonel gave a small chuckle and took a swig of his beer.
Igor looked at the three across the table and noticed their near-empty bottles. "You guys want anymore?"
The Colonel turned to look at the other two for answers.
Margret smiled and shook her head, "No thanks, Colonel. But thanks anyway."
BJ also shook his head.
Igor leaned closer into the table. "So, when do you think it'll finally be over? Rizzo's holding a bet, and whoever wins gets a steak of the cash."
BJ laughed and sat down his beer. "Rizzo will do anything to get his hands on money."
"Let's hope for soon," Margret expressed softly.
Igor gave a solemn smile and nodded.
Colonel Potter pushed aside his empty glass, "Say, Igor, I'll take another glass, and-" But before he could finish, everyone in the officer's club jumped or ducked for cover as they heard a loud crash and dust was thrown into their surroundings.
"WHAT IN BLAZZIN' HELL WAS THAT!" The Colonel shouted as he got up and looked around, luckily no one was hurt. And then he noticed... "Good gracious, that's a Jeep!" He turned to look at Margret and BJ, who were both speechless and slightly shook. Who wouldn't be? A Jeep just crashed into the Officer's Club.
The door to the Jeep opened and Hawkeye jumped out and casually walked over to the some-what toppled over bar table.
"Hey Igor, get me a shot of gin if you'd please." Hawkeye stared at Igor, who tried to speak, but his mouth hung open, not really knowing what to say.
The Colonel's face was red and bubbling over with anger, "Damn it, Pierce! What the hell are you doing!"
Hawkeye raised an eyebrow. "I thought this place had drive-in service," he replied sarcastically.
BJ finally spoke, in a soft, unbelieving tone, "Hawk... what on Earth are you doing?"
Hawkeye looked at BJ, then to all the scared, shocked, and disapproving faces that stared at him. Quickly, the small smile he donned faded away into a more guilty appearance. He could feel his heart beating faster. "...I don't know," he replied in a shaken tone, "I'm sorry..."