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Drinks, Compliments of the Prime Minister
CHAPTER ONE -
"Newkirk, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you love alcohol even more than you love women." Hogan said, shaking his head. The group began passing around the cups, and LeBeau opened a bottle of vodka.
Newkirk and LeBeau had returned from a mission in Klink's office, and, as well as the papers they had been sent out to steal, they had relieved the Kommandant of some of his liquor.
"Well, sir, we would've come back with girls instead, but Klink didn't happen to have any in his liquor cabinet. And we all know how you feel about our messing around with Fraulein Hilda -"
"Okay, enough." Hogan said, grinning as he gave Newkirk a little shove. "But still. What you wouldn't do for a drink…"
"You don't know the half of it." Newkirk muttered, not really intending for anyone else to hear him. But they did.
"What does that mean?" Carter asked, as LeBeau poured him a drink.
"Do we want to know?" Kinch asked, grinning at the Colonel. Hogan smirked.
"It's nothing really. Just something me and my mates did at the start of the war. Pretty daft, now that I think about it. We could have been arrested!" Newkirk told them, the nostalgia gleaming in his eyes as he recollected the event.
"Well, come on! Fill us in!" Hogan insisted, taking a drink.
"Well…alright." Newkirk said reluctantly. "But don't judge me! It was a really dumb thing to do, know that I think about it." Despite his efforts at seeming regretful, Newkirk was obviously proud of whatever he had pulled off.
"I was on a ship, heading across the English Channel. My mates and I have just finished our training, and we were about to reach the mainland, at which point we'd be joining our fellow RAF guys in showing the Krauts a thing or two about flying."
The other smiled at this boastfulness. Newkirk was very proud of the RAF.
"Anyway, before the trip, we'd all been giving his lecture, about how Winston Churchill himself was gonna be on our ship! And how us RAF men were to leave him alone, apart from standing at attention and saluting. You know the bit. So, we did. And then, on the last night, the boys and I were feeling a bit daring…"
"And?"
"Well, this is what happened…"
A/N - A very short first chapter, but it's a short story. Please review!