"Frank, you're very handsome for a man wi... with no lipsss."
Margaret was drunk. Frank tried to ignore this, reminding himself constantly that, when in this state, she could sometimes make for very pleasant company. He sipped carefully at his weak drink, making sure to remain completely sober. It would never do for an officer so important as himself to be caught off-guard and inebriated should an emergency arise.
And anyway... his insides didn't tolerate alcohol all that well.
"How ama... amazing. You got no chin either, Major F... Frankyburns."
Maybe a stronger drink would be nice, right about now.
I was waltzin' with my darlin'
To the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see...
Father Mulcahy took his seat at the piano, removed his hat, and began to play a familiar tune. The Tennessee Waltz. Black and white keys clinked out the pretty little melody under his fingers, and people began to dance. Hawkeye stumbled over to Frank and Margaret's table, his breath reeking of booze and pretzels.
"Major, may I have this-" Hiccup "...dance?"
Frank stared sourly at the disheveled Captain, his nonexistent lips disappearing even further and his beady eyes going even beadier.
"Major Houlihan is sharing a drink and conversation with me, Captain Pierce!" Each syllable was short, clipped, and precise, holding an annoying air of authority. "Go find some other nurse to molest... or better yet, go back to your cot and pass out." Frank looked rather pleased with himself until Hawkeye turned those glazed blue eyes on him and slurred
"Oh, but I was talking to you, Frank..."
"F-forgettim, Hawk, he's got four l... left feet. Sure I'll have a d-d-dance..."
Margaret abandoned her scotch, and Frank, and fell into Hawkeye's arms, nearly sending them both crashing to the floor. Frank's cheeks colored angrily.
Introduced him to my loved one
And while they were dancing
My friend stole my sweetheart from me.
He watched for only a moment as the blonde head nurse and the ravenhaired chief surgeon staggered around the dance floor, colliding with other couples, inanimate objects, and eachother, before he got up and left. The sound of crashes, drunken laughter, and violent threats from Igor followed him out the door.
I remember the night
And the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost...
Hands in his fatigue pockets, Frank wandered silently around camp, stopped to berate Klinger for falling asleep at his post, and then went to the Swamp. He sat down in the darkness, silhouetted by the dim lights outside. Folding his hands in his lap, he stared at them and gave a little sigh.
Yes I lost my little darlin'
The night they were playin'
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz.