Harry's Happy Hideaway, Crabapple Cove, Maine - December 18th, 1955
Crabapple Cove wasn't a very big town, and by extension it didn't normally have many drunks. Unfortunately, tonight was far from normal because there were plenty of men heading up north for the holidays and Crabapple Cove was the perfect place to stop in for a drink or four.
In the case of most of the men in the bar, more than four. The place was called Harry's Happy Hideaway, but the name was false advertising because it certainly wasn't happy. Most of the dozen or more people in the bar, including one surprisingly still sober Hawkeye Pierce, were cold, tired and drinking to get drunk. Hawkeye was just taking his time getting drunk tonight. He was nursing a martini (of course), sitting at the bar with his back to the door.
It wasn't the wisest of positions to be in, but then Hawkeye didn't know that he was meant to going to be killed tonight. Soon. Very soon. So soon that the first punch had just been thrown behind him, sending the victim crashing into the jukebox.
Hawkeye glanced over his shoulder, but then turned back to his drink. He wasn't planning on getting involved. Things usually didn't go according to plan.
[OOC: For the intrepid time travelling rescuers. Doc Brown would be proud.]
In the case of most of the men in the bar, more than four. The place was called Harry's Happy Hideaway, but the name was false advertising because it certainly wasn't happy. Most of the dozen or more people in the bar, including one surprisingly still sober Hawkeye Pierce, were cold, tired and drinking to get drunk. Hawkeye was just taking his time getting drunk tonight. He was nursing a martini (of course), sitting at the bar with his back to the door.
It wasn't the wisest of positions to be in, but then Hawkeye didn't know that he was meant to going to be killed tonight. Soon. Very soon. So soon that the first punch had just been thrown behind him, sending the victim crashing into the jukebox.
Hawkeye glanced over his shoulder, but then turned back to his drink. He wasn't planning on getting involved. Things usually didn't go according to plan.
[OOC: For the intrepid time travelling rescuers. Doc Brown would be proud.]