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trans_92010-08-10 09:33 pm
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Comfortably Numb [Sensoriums, Open]
"Another," Hawkeye mumbled as he shook his empty cocktail glass at the bartender. Almost before he set the glass down the bartender was pouring the new drink. "Thank you," he said as he raised the glass to his lips, and took a sip. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. It had only taken him the last two days to teach the idiot...whatever this machine was, to make a martini just right. Well worth the effort in the end, and it wasn't like the drinks that had failed to meet the standard went to waste. Call it an unhealthy way to deal with the news he'd received, he didn't care. There was only one proper way to celebrate being drafted again, and this was it.
It was also the only way he knew to mourn everyone that was gone. He hadn't expected to see any of them again, but not like this. Not all of them being killed in some war they had nothing to do with. BJ, and Rader...just gone, forever. Quietly he drank, and tried to push those thoughts out of his mind. It wasn't working. Before he knew it his glass was empty again. "Oh bartender!"
It was also the only way he knew to mourn everyone that was gone. He hadn't expected to see any of them again, but not like this. Not all of them being killed in some war they had nothing to do with. BJ, and Rader...just gone, forever. Quietly he drank, and tried to push those thoughts out of his mind. It wasn't working. Before he knew it his glass was empty again. "Oh bartender!"