The song soon ended, and Trapper motioned for it to be shut off.
'You all know why you're here, Hawkeye and I offered free booze and you all showed up,' he said. The crowd laughed a little and waited for him to go on. 'Seriously, you know this party is being held in Alex's honour, as she saved a few of us from having our heads shot off. She kept calm and cool in a situation, and took control, much to the dislike of Major Houlihan. Thanks to her, me, Klinger and Hotlips are still alive. And that's why we're all here.' Trapper sat down. People clapped and the record player was put back on. Alex went to the bar and asked the person behind it for a martini.
'Make it three,' Hawkeye and Trapper came up behind her. The glasses were put onto the bench, and Alex picked hers up.
'Seriously, if had just been me there, I'd still be behind that van,' Trapper told her.
'Well, I didn't like the idea of staying there the whole war,' Alex replied, smiling. Eventually, at about three in the morning, Henry ordered people to start heading to bed. Alex stopped Henry, Hawkeye, Trapper, Radar, Klinger, Margaret and Frank from leaving.
'I brought a few little gifts back from Tokyo, even though Henry tried to make me promise not to bother,' Alex said. She went to her bag which was sitting inside the door, and pulled it over to the small group. She took out a whistle, and went to Frank, who was now asleep and drooling on the bar. She put the string around his neck. 'That's for Frank, so he might have a little more control over people,' she said.
'You realise we'll have to take that away from him sooner or later?' Trapper asked. 'It'll drive us crazy.'
'Plus, there's probably a safety warning on it somewhere saying for ages three and up,' Hawkeye added. Alex laughed, and brought out a bottle of scotch and a new lure for Henry's hat.
'I told you I'd replace them,' she told him as he took them from her, dazed. 'And taking about replacing things, Klinger, I'm sorry I couldn't get you the same exact dress, but I got you a skirt instead.' Alex pulled out a long red skirt.
'It'll go great with my red heels!' Klinger said with glee, holding it up to his waist. Alex laughed at his reaction, and kept on going.
'Hawkeye, Trapper, I got you two a new jar of olives for your martini's. I know you're running low, and I've had my fair share of them, so it's my turn to buy a jar,' Alex said, brining out a reasonable sized jar of olives. Trapper took them from her, and grinned thanks.
'We'll treasure them and never open them. Well, at least not until the last jar is finished,' Hawkeye told her. Alex smiled and then handed Margaret a new brush and Radar a pen.
'Well, thank you, from the bottoms of our hearts,' Henry said. 'But it really is late, and we do need sleep, so off to your tents you go.'
'See you in the morning, Henry,' Hawkeye yawned as they all walked out of the Officer's club and went their separate ways to their tents. Radar helped lug Alex's bag back to the nurse's tent before going to his own tent. Laying in her cot, Alex thought about the night, then realised with a jolt what Hawkeye had told her when she had asked why he wanted a slow dance with her.
'No special reason, except I love you.'
'You all know why you're here, Hawkeye and I offered free booze and you all showed up,' he said. The crowd laughed a little and waited for him to go on. 'Seriously, you know this party is being held in Alex's honour, as she saved a few of us from having our heads shot off. She kept calm and cool in a situation, and took control, much to the dislike of Major Houlihan. Thanks to her, me, Klinger and Hotlips are still alive. And that's why we're all here.' Trapper sat down. People clapped and the record player was put back on. Alex went to the bar and asked the person behind it for a martini.
'Make it three,' Hawkeye and Trapper came up behind her. The glasses were put onto the bench, and Alex picked hers up.
'Seriously, if had just been me there, I'd still be behind that van,' Trapper told her.
'Well, I didn't like the idea of staying there the whole war,' Alex replied, smiling. Eventually, at about three in the morning, Henry ordered people to start heading to bed. Alex stopped Henry, Hawkeye, Trapper, Radar, Klinger, Margaret and Frank from leaving.
'I brought a few little gifts back from Tokyo, even though Henry tried to make me promise not to bother,' Alex said. She went to her bag which was sitting inside the door, and pulled it over to the small group. She took out a whistle, and went to Frank, who was now asleep and drooling on the bar. She put the string around his neck. 'That's for Frank, so he might have a little more control over people,' she said.
'You realise we'll have to take that away from him sooner or later?' Trapper asked. 'It'll drive us crazy.'
'Plus, there's probably a safety warning on it somewhere saying for ages three and up,' Hawkeye added. Alex laughed, and brought out a bottle of scotch and a new lure for Henry's hat.
'I told you I'd replace them,' she told him as he took them from her, dazed. 'And taking about replacing things, Klinger, I'm sorry I couldn't get you the same exact dress, but I got you a skirt instead.' Alex pulled out a long red skirt.
'It'll go great with my red heels!' Klinger said with glee, holding it up to his waist. Alex laughed at his reaction, and kept on going.
'Hawkeye, Trapper, I got you two a new jar of olives for your martini's. I know you're running low, and I've had my fair share of them, so it's my turn to buy a jar,' Alex said, brining out a reasonable sized jar of olives. Trapper took them from her, and grinned thanks.
'We'll treasure them and never open them. Well, at least not until the last jar is finished,' Hawkeye told her. Alex smiled and then handed Margaret a new brush and Radar a pen.
'Well, thank you, from the bottoms of our hearts,' Henry said. 'But it really is late, and we do need sleep, so off to your tents you go.'
'See you in the morning, Henry,' Hawkeye yawned as they all walked out of the Officer's club and went their separate ways to their tents. Radar helped lug Alex's bag back to the nurse's tent before going to his own tent. Laying in her cot, Alex thought about the night, then realised with a jolt what Hawkeye had told her when she had asked why he wanted a slow dance with her.
'No special reason, except I love you.'