Party
Hogan stood there, his dress uniform uncomfortably stiff (too much starch), forcing awkward smiles at whatever general or lady or whoever walked by him.
Why had Klink had to invite him to this party? Why had he even had to have this party? It certainly wasn't because of any effort on Hogan's part, this was another one of his desperate attempts to make general. All of the high ranks here were washouts who had managed to score positions in pointless offices in backwater towns, and the ladies on their arms looked bored enough they might have actually outdone Hogan, who had been trying for the last twenty minutes to tear the tiniest piece possible off of the paper napkin in his hands.
There wasn't any reconnaissance to be done or important information to be photographed and/or stolen, none of these guys were important enough, and besides which the heroes had most of their intel already. So Hogan was undeniably bored out of his skull, but every five minutes or so Klink would try to drag him into a conversation, thus rendering it completely impossible for him to leave. He couldn't make up an excuse about it getting late either, it wasn't even eight thirty.
"Hello, Colonel Hogan," Helga came over, smiling sympathetically at him, "You look like you're having fun."
"Oh, yes, absolutely," Hogan looked around, "Gotta love isolating yourself in a corner while your brain runs out your nose."
She giggled, "I suppose it could be worse."
"The only thing worse would be a Gestapo interrogation cell," Hogan quipped, letting another handful of napkin pieces flutter to the floor.
"I'll give you that," She said, "Klink's busy buttering up General Friedhoff. Care for an evening stroll?"
Hogan looked up and grinned, "I think this evening has taken a turn for the better," He offered his arm and she took it, and they scurried out before they were caught.
Edit! Fixed the formatting.
I hope y'all like it, I've seen theses before, where people pick a random word and write a piece from it.
Thanks for reading :)
-Caroline