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[yankeedoodle_dr]

Once in a while, it's a nice thing to make your own drink, and with gin that was not distilled two hours ago in a contraption that involves one of Trapper McIntyre's (clean, or so he says) tube socks. Hawkeye has never been shy; when he places a hand on the countertop -- almost as if preparing to dance -- and inquires, "May I?" he receives a note

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[squeakyhinges]

Very probably!

Because if he was, he wouldn't be able to see the pretty brunette seating herself at the bar.

Hopefully she won't declare ladies' night this time and insist on flirting with everyone at the bar.

"I'll take the special."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"And a very special special it is, if I do say so myself," says Hawkeye easily, and then he glances down the bar, at his new customer.

He stands up straighter; shoots a smile at her.

"The only good martini is the one that's dry enough that you can almost taste the sand, after all." As he talks, he's pulling out the necessary ingredients.

He could probably do this blindfolded.

[squeakyhinges]

From the way her eyes are following his hands, she can tell.

Or maybe she just likes looking at people's hands. Some people are weird like that.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye doesn't exactly mind the attention.

And he has always been good at filling silence.

"Good evening; I'll be your alcoholic beverage attendant for the evening," he says lightly, as he works. "If you need anything at all, please press the red button overhead, or wave and shout for Hawkeye."

[squeakyhinges]

"Hawkeye," she repeats. "Interesting name."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Why thank you." Hawkeye preens, cheerfully. "I always thought so, myself." Straining ice cubes out of -- and gin and vermouth into -- a martini glass, without looking up: "It's from Last of the Mohicans; my father's favorite book."

[squeakyhinges]

"No libraries where you grew up?" she asks, sympathetically.

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IT'S A JOKE.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"We had one, actually." Hawkeye loses not thing one of his cheer or attempts at charm. "A handful of books, six copies of 'Hamlet,' based out of the back of a truck--" He slips an olive or two into the drink, gives it a serious look, and then kindly offers it to the lady. "--Small town."

[squeakyhinges]

Mmmm, martini.

"What could you possibly have done with six copies of Hamlet?"

She's mostly interested in what kind of answer he'll come up with, rather than actual truth.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Built a very depressing fort," says Hawkeye, without even stopping to think, "fished for rhyming couplets, made myself tall enough to kiss Angie Moore -- the list goes on."

[squeakyhinges]

With interest: "Angie Moore?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Hubba hubba," explains Hawkeye, and he winks at her.

[squeakyhinges]

"How old were you?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Ten," he says. "She was an older woman of 13; it was all very titillating."

[squeakyhinges]

:O

"You sly dog, you," she says, raising her glass in a sort of salute.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

He grins brightly and raises his glass back, a little wry and self-aware, but also amused as hell.

"I'm sorry; I don't think we've been properly introduced. I try to know the name of every woman who finds out that I was a shrimp until senior year of high school."