10176. Good news, Bismarck no longer has to worry about Hood's or Prinz Eugen's obsession with her.
Rule courtesy of Falkeno.
It was a mostly typical night in O'Bannon's pub, the usual drunks were drinking themselves under the table, a few sailors were attempting to chat up other patrons of the bar, with little success. Not that Hood noticed, she was to busy engaging in what could be described as a 'War on her own liver', downing a succession of drinks at a brisk pace, only pausing momentarily to glance longingly at one of the booth's, specifically one of its occupant's, before going back to drinking even harder. The reason for Hood's binge was rather simple, she was depressed, the cause, Bismarck or rather Bismarck sitting with Captain Hartmann, enjoying a drink and a cuddle with the man, as they talked with someone Hood couldn't quite see from her seat.
"I would trade places with that man in a heartbeat!" Hood drunkenly sighed as she watched from afar, mentally picturing herself with her arms wrapped around Bismarck, this was nothing new, Hood was after all a self-confessed Bismarck-sexual, but ever since her long overdue modernisation a few weeks prior, her longing for Bismarck had turned into an obsession, caused primarily by the blossoming romance between Vanguard, the closest shipgirl Hood had to an equal, and Tirpitz, Bismarcks younger sister. Another contributing factor was that Hood had become aware that all of the romantic relationships she'd had since she'd been summoned, had ended in total disaster, and all had been her fault, it was difficult to love someone when all her thoughts had been fixed on Bismarck.
"Why? why god do you torture me so?!" a voice muttered drunkenly from further down the bar, so quiet that nobody heard it, nobody apart from Hood, who turned slightly to find Prinz Eugen, downing a beer and looking longingly at Bismarck, exactly the same thing that Hood was doing.
"Preaching to the choir there Prinz," Hood replied as she to downed her beer, leaving Prinz rather embarrassed at being overheard.
"Wha- I don't know what you're talking about!" Prinz lied, trying to make it seem like Hood didn't know what she was talking about.
"Lose the act Prinz, we're both doing the same thing," Hood answered, before getting up and moving to sit next to Prinz "Namely sitting here, drinking away our problems, and longing for Bismarck," she continued as she sat down.
"Is it that obvious?" Prinz asked, receiving a nod from Hood, "Really? urgh, I just can't stop thinking about her, her hair, her voice, her eyes," she sighed, taking a drink before continuing "At least you can look in a mirror, you look just like her, apart from the hair," Prinz noted, turning to face Hood. She wasn't wrong, Hood looked remarkably similar to Bismarck, the most noticeable difference was that her hair was brown, rather than Bismarck's platinum blonde hair.
"Eh, you don't look any less similar, just a bit shorter with darker hair and eyes" Hood replied as she turned to face Prinz. Both stared at one another as their drunken minds began to stir, with large lecherous grins forming as both of their imaginations took hold.
"Say have you ever heard about roleplay in bed?" Hood purred as she stoked Prinz's leg, earning a few odd glances from the other patrons, Prinz simply batted her eyelashes before replying.
"Why, yes I have. I don't suppose you have a blonde wig and can do a German accent?" Prinz replied as she moved Hood's hand up her leg, earning stares from onlookers.
"What if I told you I did?" Hood asked in a rather convincing German accent, as she leaned closer, with now practically everyone's eyes glued to the pair. Finally, Prinz could take any more and launched herself at Hood before engaging in a rather intense game of tonsil hockey as the pair staggered towards and out the door, with the bar watching silently, before going back to what they'd been doing. All except Bismarck who mildly chuckled to Captain Hartmann, before turning to address the unseen individual at the table.
"You were right, it worked like a charm," she noted as she and Captain Hartmann turned their attention back to the third member of their group, who reached for her drink before replying.
"Thanks, its been hell at Scapa with her constant moping," Belfast replied as she took a mouthful of rum, ever since Hoods modernisation she'd noticed Hood's state, and after talking with Bismarck, had come up with the idea to kill two birds, with one stone.
"You seem to be very good at getting people together, yet I've never heard of you being with anyone, you're not hiding anything are you?" Hartmann asked, almost causing Belfast to choke.
"Erm, I'm not interested in anybody right now, too busy for a relationship anyway" Belfast lied, it was true that she wasn't seeing anyone, and that she wasn't interested in seeing anyone. What wasn't true was the reason she wasn't in one, after all, who would want to date a possible lunatic with mental problems and a deeply seeded self-hatred anyway.