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"I hate Valentines Day" Margaret gulped down her fourth glass of scotch. "Here here!" Hawkeye gulped down his martini as Margaret looked at him in shock.
"You! HA! Why would you hate Valentines Day, just another excuse for you to cruise through my nurses!" Margaret looked at her empty glass half expecting more scotch to be there.
"Major you can only cruise so many times before you know the road of by heart." Margaret was slightly shocked by his cynical opinion of the one holiday she expected he would cherish above all.
"You have no reason to gripe Pierce. Look at me! Thirty years old and what have I got? A list of brass that I never want to see again, an affair and a failed marriage!" Hawkeye looked at Margaret carefully and noticed that her proud shoulders were drooped and she looked completely exhausted.
"But you came out of it a better person," Margaret looked at him half grinning.
"I was that bad?" He gave her a look.
"That's not what I mean! What I mean is that no matter what happened you are even better now then you were before." Margaret smiled at him.
"Thank you." He grinned.
"No problem. Now you can tell me how great I am!" She laughed at him, no matter how bad she was feeling he could always make her laugh.
"Alright Pierce, I'll tell you just how great you are!" Hawkeye looked at her with surprise, he didn't expect this.
"You Pierce, are a fantastic surgeon, you are wonderful with children, you are compassionate and handsome, and…" Margaret dropped her voice "an unbelievable kisser!" Margaret laughed at the shocked expression on Hawkeye's face.
"Are you sure about that Major? Perhaps we should test your theory!" The many drinks the two had been having were starting to catch up with them.
"Maybe we should!" Margaret smiled at him and got up from her seat.
"Lead on Mac Duff!" Hawkeye grinned at her and followed her out of the O Club to her tent. Maybe this year they would learn to love Valentine's Day.