"Sorry, Trap, but I spilled the gin, again."

A grin. A mischievous twinkle of the eyes.

Hawkeye's face conveyed the hidden message.

"Again?" A raise of the eyebrows. My date's just as easy to read. Ha. He never was mine.

"Fine." Trapper heaves a 'reluctant' sigh. "Sorry…"

"Sara." I finish.

"Right… I'd like to stay, but duty calls."

Everyone in camp knows what this 'duty' is.

Hawkeye finally grabs my... his Trapper and leaves. I watch them go.

A giggle. A whisper.

Oblivious to the fact that Majors Burns and Houlihan are better at hiding relationships.

If only they knew.

AN: Wow… This one was up fast. The challenge was delivered by my sometimes co-author JK. This was exactly one hundred words.

Challenge:

Fandom: MASH

Pairing: Vague Hawpper (I like that word!)

Sentences: Sorry, Trap, but I spilled the gin. If only they knew.