It was valentine's day— well, night, and all was merry in the officers club. There was dancing and plenty of flirting amongst the personnel. Colonel Potter didn't officially designate such a casual celebration, but he wasn't one to stop it.
"You know you really don't have to be here."
Hawkeye lifted a glass to BJ and smiled, "Well who wants to be alone on Valentine's day?"
BJ gave him a sour chuckle. "Wouldn't you rather be in the O club mingling with the single nurses?"
"What? And miss getting drunk with my best friend?" Hawkeye frowned, "Is this all about...?"
"The divorce?"
"Yeah."
BJ chuckled again, "Yeah." He sighed and thought about the recent divorce to his wife, "Why would I want to be celebrating Valentine's day, Hawk?"
"Maybe you'd get down with a nice nurse. A little rebound wouldn't hurt."
"I don't think I'm ready for that right now. Everything is just a reminder of my failed marriage."
Hawkeye poured himself another drink, "Then I suppose we'll have to throw our own party here. Just the two of us."
BJ smiled, "Hawk, like I said, you really don't have to stay here with me."
"Don't give me that. Really, I want to."
BJ laid back in his cot. "Alright then, what do you want to do?"
"Well first of all, you could have a glass," he said, holding up his now empty martini. "I think I'm on my third drink and you're still at zero."
"Aww, what the hell, pour me a glass. Just one though, I'm not about to get pickled like you."
BJ was right after a while Hawkeye did get rather drunk. They talked and talked for a while until Charles came back. However, BJ was left with a lot to think about that night.