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[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Are you kidding? That was a hole in one," says a distinctive voice, from the door. "I've heard many a fine shot in my day, and that was one. How could you miss the roar of the crowd

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[nothawkingbird]

"Hey watch it!" Kate started to say from her table, and then blinked as she recognized the voice and face around the bandages.

"Hawkeye? Oh god, what happened, here, you need anything?"

He'd likely notice a faint scent of lilacs that was getting stronger as the voice grew louder with her approach.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

The voice is vaguely familiar, Hawkeye decides; the lilacs aren't.

"That's my name; go right ahead and wear it out. I had a run-in with an unhappy stove," he says, cheerfully enough, whacking the next table in the row with the golf club. "I just need two other blind mice now to complete the tableau. Who's there?"

[nothawkingbird]

"It's me, Kate, code name Hawkeye. We met before a few times before around here." Probably because she only sometimes wears the perfume, or just it's easier to pick up the scent with the lack of visual stimuli at the moment.

"Well, no blind mice, but I could wave down a waitrat to get your order. Here, over this way." She gently came around to guide him to a chair at another table.

"Could even get you a cane, it's lighter than that club you're waving around."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye follows, feeling his way into a seat. He stumps his 'cane' lightly against the floor. "Thanks, but unless you have a cane that'll make a better putt from fifteen feet, I think I'll keep this one." He raises a hand and snaps his fingers, turning his head. "Oh, waiter?"

(The waitrat's in the opposite direction.)

[nothawkingbird]

"I didn't say you couldn't keep your club, just something that'll do less damage around the bar?" She dryly remarked, and "And he's the other way." She flagged down the waitrat over. She's helped out with places that take care of the disabled, and of course, they are also homeless oftentimes, and she's assisted many in the shelters.

"All right, he's at your 9 o'clock, go ahead and order."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

The rat chitters; Hawkeye immediately turns right toward it.

"Vodka martini," he tells the area where he's pretty sure the rat is standing (and he's right). "Dry as you can make it." When he looks up, it's sightless, but directly at Kate. "And for my well-named benefactor?"

[nothawkingbird]

There was a light laugh from her and she added, "Just a cola soda with ice, thank you."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Spoilsport," says Hawkeye lightly. "Get a few years older, would you?"

[nothawkingbird]

"Hey, trying to be a good girl, even if you're lacking in the role model department." She snickered quietly as the waitrat went to get their orders.

She then sobered more, and in a more serious tone, "How long before that heals?" Indicating the bandage and the red irritated skin she could make out on the edges of his face.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Young lady, I will have you know that I am a perfectly excellent role model," he informs her, drawing himself up. "I polish my medals every morning."

He settles back down again. "The bandages come off in a couple days; we'll find out then." They'll find out if he'll ever be able to see again, too.

[nothawkingbird]

"And that's all of what, two?" She cheerfully snarked back. She does that with the authority figures she likes... really.

But on the other reply, she nodded, "Oh, hope everything's ok for you." She wasn't going to bring up the possible permanent injury, he already knew, and didn't need the reminder.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

His amused look at her is unmistakable, even without the help of his eyes. "Actually, two and a half. You forgot the one for keeping my boots shined and my sheets ironed."

(Hawkeye has never in his life done either.)

[nothawkingbird]

"Oh of course," She snickered quietly. "The most important one."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"No no," he says. "The most important one is for always tying my shoelaces with my right hand on a Sunday."

[nothawkingbird]

"Uh-huh, so hard to keep track of them all, huh?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"I have a list, but--" He points at his eyes.

This is, for the record, still good-natured.