Title: Escape
Author: Lisa M
Pairing: BJ/Hawkeye
Disclaimer: Yeah … right.
Prompt: #49 Club
Rating: Sergeant
Word Count: 343
Summary: Hawkeye's waxes poetic about Rosie's bar.
Warnings: None. For LJ's varietypack100.
There's a small place that sits across the road from the 4077th. It's nothing special. Four walls, a few dust-covered windows, dirt floors. The only thing that separates this structure from the few others standing around it are the two words, written in bright red letters, across its front --
-- ROSE bar.
Inside there are tables, chairs, a jukebox and most importantly, a bar. 'But' you may be saying, 'don't you have an Officer's Club in camp? What about the still you keep inside of your very own tent?' And you would have some valid points because the answer to both of those questions is yes.
And believe me, we all take advantage of them.
But Rosie's is different. It's away from there. Here, there is no OR. No patients. No scalpels. No sponges. The only time we see blood is when a few over-served soldiers decide to try and figure out whose ego is bigger by pounding each other into submission.
In Korea, Rosie's serves as my nirvana. I can sit here, a drink in my hand, and forget for a few moments where I am and what I was sent here to do. The music sounds different. The whiskey (or gin or vodka or bourbon) tastes better. I can be 'Hawkeye' here, instead of Dr. Pierce or Captain Pierce.
More times than not, BJ comes with me.
Rosie keeps a secret room in the back for us. It's a place where we can go for some privacy and the twenty bucks she charges us is a small price to pay for the freedom this allows us. We go back there when things get bad. When the world seems like it's closing in faster than we expected. When there's too much blood. Too many deaths. Too much to take.
Sometimes it seems like we can't stop talking, and yet there are other times when we can't be silent enough. We laugh together. We cry together. We comfort each other. Here, in this tiny space, we can just be. We can escape.
