The Doctor is in the house...

[nursewrangler]

What does a Doctor have to do to get a drink around here?

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[flatmatewatson]

You're a doctor? [Watson is dubious. This guy doesn't dress much like a doctor, just look at that hawaiian shirt.]

[nursewrangler]

That's what my patients always ask.

[Hawkeye gives a teasing grin, then sticks out his hand.]

Captain Benjamin Franklin Pierce... but you can just call me Hawkeye.

[flatmatewatson]

[He straightens a little and shakes the man's hand.]

Captain John Watson, nice to meet you.

[nursewrangler]

Well fancy that! A fellow Captain. I wouldn't have taken you for a military type. [Hawk lets go of his hand.]

But then again, I don't take myself for a military type either, so who am I to judge. [Another grin.]

Care to join me for that drink Johnny?

[flatmatewatson]

Doctor first, then I signed up for the army. I did a tour in Afghanistan. You?

Sure. [He probably wouldn't be eager if he knew the homemade stuff hawkeye usually drinks]

[nursewrangler]

Korea.

I tend not to talk about the war before I imbibe in alcohol.... because it usually causes me to drink. [smirk]

Great, I'm sure there's a bar around here somewhere.

[flatmatewatson]

Korea? [He sure looks young for having been in that war. But nevertheless, John can appreciate his attitude a bit better. That war was no cakewalk.]

Fair enough. Oh, hang on... [He digs up a flask of bourbon, probably his own] If you've got the glasses?

[nursewrangler]

[Another sly grin as Hawk seems to magically produce two small glasses.]

I'm always prepared... but this is why I never could stay in scouts.

What about you Doctor? What war had your attentions?

[flatmatewatson]

[He pours them each a measure and clinks his glass to Hawkeye's before answering.]

Afghanistan. Sand, sun, and automatic weapons. [John takes a swallow of his drink.] Not fun but never boring. [It's probably the nicest thing he could say about it.]

[nursewrangler]

I would have paid for boring....

[Hawk was about to take a drink when something that John said sunk it...]

Wait... Afghanistan? What are you guys doing out there?

[flatmatewatson]

That's exactly what most people were saying. Honestly I'm not sure myself in the end. [Another swallow] Got myself shot, I suppose I could say I was over there to do that.

[nursewrangler]

Wait wait wait... hold on a sec. Let me rephrase the question.


Is it a state secret? I wasn't aware that they were sending our boys down to that part of the world. The Korean war just ended for cryin' out loud!

[Then Hawk immediately switched to Doctor-mode...] Oh yeah? Any detrimental effects?

[flatmatewatson]

[He rubs at his shoulder as if remembering when he was shot.] No, it healed well enough. A twinge now and again if the weather's bad but nothing more. [We'll just leave out the part where he had a cane for a few months.]

[John's brow furrows] Korean war ended awhile ago, I think. [Er, mun isn't quite sure when either :S]

How about you? Any injuries?

[nursewrangler]

Awhile ago? July 27th, 1953 is the new Christmas for most Americans....And that was only last year.

[Hawk waved a hand at the next question...]

Nothing physical.

[flatmatewatson]

....are you sure about no injuries? [Because that was definitely the wrong year.] Maybe a head wound or something small? [Amnesia, perhaps? John's still thinking like a doctor.]

[nursewrangler]

Naw, no injuries.

[Hawk tries to wave him off, but he manages to mumble..]

Just some good ol' fashioned PTSD...[Throw in a nervous breakdown and a bad drinking habit and there we find our problem.]

[flatmatewatson]

[He heard that...and nods, taking another swallow of his drink.] Well, we all get that. One way or another. [After the war was probably harder than during, going back to a 'normal' life.]

I have a psychsomatic limp that came up after I got home. Took awhile to convince myself that it wasn't real. [Sherlock helped with that.]

[nursewrangler]

[Hawk regards John...

Psychosomatic limp?]

Oh yeah? That's too bad... What did you do? How did it go away?

[hearschoppers]

Oh, I dunno if they really keep stills around here, Hawkeye.

[nursewrangler]

Radar! There you are!

Never fear my friend, merely point me in the direction of the nearest bar! [Hawkeye slings an over Radar's shoulders.] I'm prescribing you copious amounts of grape kneehighs.

Don't argue, Doctor's orders.