(Untitled)

[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

Comments

[penderwydd]

Tegid didn't recognize the guy but still he's been blind before.

"Here," he said and caught the man's arm.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye's head whips to the side. "--Whoa," he says. "Hi there. Have we met, or do you make a general habit of manhandling perfect strangers?"

It is a relatively good-natured comment, if startled.

[penderwydd]

"I am Tegid Tathal," he said, "I was blind once."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"What a coincidence," says Hawkeye. "I was blind twice. Hawkeye Pierce. Think we can manage a side trip to the bar?"

[penderwydd]

"Sure," he said, "What is your profession?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Oh, a little of this, a little of that," he says airily, slowing down as the golf club hits the bar. "Primarily meatball surgery, though I also happen to be a mean wine taster."

If by 'wine' you mean 'gin touched with red food coloring.'

[penderwydd]

"Ah," said Tegid, "Here we are, what would you have?"

Of course the guy is offering on his tab.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"A vodka martini," Hawkeye says, carefully settling in on a stool. "Heavy on the vodka, the olives, and the martini."

Bar is wise enough to materialize the glass where it is touching his hand; it's nice not to have to grope for it.

Turning toward Tegrid: "Thanks for the lift."

[penderwydd]

"You are welcome, brother," said Tegid.

I wonder if Hawlkeye would remember Tegid if he could see?

"May I ask what happened?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Certainly," says Hawkeye, and he makes an expectant face.

(Tegrid walked right into that one.)

[penderwydd]

Tegrid? who's Tegrid? *Grins*

"How did you become blind?" clarified Tegid.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"I tried to perform open-stove surgery without checking the gas," Hawkeye says, dryly.

[penderwydd]

"What is a stove?" asked Tegid.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"A cruel instrument of death," he says.

"Also, a metal box that'll hold fire for heat and cooking."

[penderwydd]

"So, the gas exploded on you?" he asked.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"More in my face than on me, but yeah, that's it in a nutshell," says Hawkeye, relatively good-humored over the rim of his martini, and he takes a sip.