"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.
