BJ Hunnicutt surveyed his bunkmate with envy in one hand and a martini in the other. "The blue. It matches your eyes."
"Really?" Hawkeye asked. He held the blue up over his nose, next to his eyes and peered at himself in the hand-held mirror he'd borrowed from Klinger. "You think so?"
"No. I just like the picture on the back." BJ grinned. The picture was a beach scene by moonlight, complete with scantily clad girl.
"But sir! You're married!" Hawkeye said with a horrified mock gasp. He looked left, then right, before jumping closer to BJ and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Want her to be here?"
BJ shook his head. "I'd settle for me to be there. Beach, moonlight, palm trees..."
"Sadly, you wishes are my reality."
"What are you talking about? There aren't any beaches in Tokyo are there?"
"Beaches? Who's talking about beaches?"
BJ shook his head lightly, a small smile pasted on his face as a knock was heard.
"Enter at your own risk!" Hawkeye called out.
Risk accepted, Klinger entered. He was dressed in an outstandingly yellow sundress, complete with big floppy hat and a pink bow around his waist. If you gave him a wooden staff he would have stricken a remarkable resemblance towards Little Bo Peep.
"Klinger, just the sister I wanted to see," Hawkeye said. He closed the compact mirror and handed it to the Section-8 wannabe. "Here's your mirror back now, so I don't forget it before I go on R&R."
"Ooo, how long will you be gone sir?" Klinger asked.
"Two weeks. Two glorious weeks."
"That's excellent sir," Klinger nodded, "But before you go, can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure."
"When you're in Tokyo, can you pick me up four yards of red cashmere? I need a new dress to match the heels that I ordered."
"Will do."
"It's on a sale, this weekend only. Ten bucks a yard! It usually goes for thirty!" Klinger reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of bills and change. "Oh no."
"What's the matter?" BJ asked, looking up from a letter he was writing.
"I'm exactly 2 dollars and twenty-one cents short! And I need every inch of that cashmere! I knew I shouldn't have spulrged for those nylons-- but I just can't resist the smooth silky feel. Captain, can you spot me?"
Hawkeye shook his head. "Nope, I need every penny I have to pay an illusterous bar tab."
"I thought you paid off your tab at Rosie's yesturday?" BJ asked.
"I'm talking about the pending one in Tokyo."
"Ahh." Hunnicutt nudged his letter and then looked at Klinger. "I'll spot you," he smiled. "Here. Two dollars and twenty-one cents exactly."
"Oh, Captain! How can I ever repay you?" Klinger asked dramatically.
BJ shrugged. "Pay me back by helping somebody else."
Klinger nodded. "Will do, thank you so much, sirs."
Klinger left swiftly, and Hawkeye tossed the blue shirt into his bag. "What'll you do without me around? I'll be gone tommorrow, you know."
BJ shrugged. "Radar's cockroach races are coming up."
"That's nice. Miss me when I'm gone?"
"Not a chance."
"Fink."
Bj grinned.