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Log: Ongoing

When; March 1st in the Evening
Rating; PG - PG-13. Nothing overtly adult.
Characters; Stanley Coleman, and Hawkeye
Summary; Both Stan and the Hawk decide to have a guys night out with drinks, talking, and a show at Candy Mountain.
Log;

Stan let out a sigh as he shut off his laptop. The network was boring today, and he didn't have the heart to pester Cirucci. That was redundant actually. He didn't have a heart period! Or, maybe he did, but it no longer worked because he had died before coming to the City. At least he'd gotten someone to hang out with him. Some guy named Hawkeye, or something.

Stan made his way to the restroom to wash up and change clothes. Nothing drastic, but it was nice to be presentable to company. Once that was done, he left the room and the building and headed for the Starbucks. In a few minutes he arrived at the shop and stepped inside. No sign of the other guy yet. Stan took this moment to look at the menu and ponder the selection. He stared at the menu for the longest time amazed at the selection of crap before deciding on a Grande Caramel Mocha Frappucino with extra caramel and whipped cream.

Then he sat down at one of the tables and waited.

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Hawkeye's idea of dressing up seemed to consist of a tacky Hawaiian shirt and a red bathrobe.
They were all he had in the way of civilian clothes.

Although he was hoping to have a lighthearted time of this, the careworn and concerned look was pretty much etched on his face by default, and there was little he could do to change or stop it.

By most people's standards his hair would look pretty conservative, but right then Hawkeye was thinking it's getting a little long. I really should find somewhere to get a trim. He spotted Stanley and wandered over.

"My caseload's finally slowed a bit. It's a nice time for some R & R."

"Caseload?" Stan smirked, "Yeah right. Come on man order yourself something." Stan started to sip from from the cup, stirring the icy drink occasionally.

"So, you were talking about that fountain. Sounds like you're really down." Stan mused.

"Well. when I first got here it was all the shinigami this and the shinigami that. I got pretty pissed off at that 'you mere mortals couldn't lance a boil' attitude. But, I figure at this point they know there's enough wounded in a day to go around.
And working is pretty much all I know how to do, to keep my mind off the fact of things."

Stan rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah the Shinigami and the Arrancar. Hn, I'm Cirucci, and I are a bitch and I like to have sex and I are mean. Grrr or We are the Gods of Death! We have no sense of humor!" Stan said while imitating two members of the different groups.

"Or, my personal favorate. OH NO!! AIZEN IS DEAD! BOO HOOZ!! oh wait, he came back."

Then Stan realized that perhaps Hawkeye wouldn't be too keen to his type of humor, "Eh, I'm sorry. I haven't been out in a while. I went to that stupid Beach Party, but nobody spoke to me." He said that last part sort of dejected.

"Nah, I understand." Hawkeye patted him on the back, "you'd think if this place is so keen on keeping us here it'd try to make us feel welcome."

He got up to go get something to drink. "Too bad there's no alcohol here," he observed, "or we'd really have a time."

"Yeah, that's what I don't get. It's like this place strives on souls, or rather emotions like that one deity told me on the network. But, I mean, talk about rolling out the bowling balls." Stan commented.

Then he got a devilish look in his eyes. "Oh, no alcohol eh?" He reached into his pockets and pulled out a pint of a certain liquid. "Ever had a nice shot of Bloody Mist?"

"That's a new one on me, I suppose, no," Hawkeye considered the liquid with interest, "on the other hand, I had a still in my tent. We never named the stuff we were brewing in there, but I almost wish I'd bottled some for later, in hindsight."

"Let me guess. You took juice and let it ferment didn't you? I mean that's what we would do at the hospital when we wanted to pick things up a bit. Anyways, this is essentially a nice bottle of Cranberry juice, rum, and Jagermeister. It's actually quite good." Stan mentioned as he continued showing the bottle to Hawk.

Of course he deliberately failed to mention the other ingredient in the mix.

White Claudia.

"Well...not exactly, no." The unique martinis he and his tent-mates had blended were a sort of gin, perhaps, but other than the plant's vague resemblace to juniper, that was about where it ended.

The result tasted more like lighter fluid than a real alcohol, maybe. But it got them plastered.

"Well, come on, make with it." Hawkeye just didn't know how to turn down a drink. This would probably be a thing he might regret...

Stan drank down the coffees, and proceeded to pour each of them a shot. He held his cup in his hand, and said, "Here's to nothing!" and then he downed the drink.

Having no idea what he was in for, Hawkeye downed the drink.

It was hot and nasty and you'd have to be an alcoholic to drink that stuff, but at this point who said he wasn't?

It was easy to rationalize drinking too much when one is in the middle of a war.

Being trapped in the City, and trapped in the disappointment that the City had claimed him before he could make his return to Crabapple Cove, well...the rationale just seemed to come easier and easier.

Personally Stan didn't mind the drink, but in a moment the effect of the secret ingredient came into play. Stan begin to watch as grass started to grow inside the store. He jumped in glee and proceeded to skip through the grass and now flowers.

"Come on Hawk! This is great! We're in Paradise!" His delusional words took on a more upbeat tone when he found a black horse, "Oh wow Obsidian! It's you! You came back from the stories!" He then proceeded to mount Obsidian.

Of course to any non-drugged person they would have seen Stan skipping through the shop, and jumping on Hawkeye.

Korea, for those not in the know, was the short war that took place before VietNam.
Had Hawkeye ever made it home, he might have eventually heard of this next war, and seen the Beatnik and later hippy kids who would protest it.

As it were, although it had been invented and even run in secret CIA tests, no one knew anything about LSD yet in Hawkeye's time.

He was, for better or worse, a veteran. And as PTV had hallucinogenic properties, this was his first trip, ever.

Future generations could have warned Stan that dosing war vets wasn't usually a good idea.

Hawkeye wavered, unsteady on his feet, unsure what to make of the way his very vision seemed to be altering.

His pupils dilated.

And then he screamed "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" and tackled a espresso tureen, thinking it was a live grenade.

Stan was immediately thrown off by Obsidian who galloped to an ugly little demon and proceeded to stomp on it.

"Yeah! Obsidian! Come on let's get out of here!" Stan laughed, as he guided Obsidian out the door.

Actually Stan had been dropped by Hawk who had tackled an Espresso Machine. Stan then took measures to lead Hawk out of the place. Once they were outside in the streets Stan begin to run around.

They were in the swampy field where the 4077 had once had their tents, but there was nothing familar, and nothing friendly.
The field was awash with enemy shelling and minefield traps.

Hawkeye clung to a streetlamp and looked at what looked like the most abject of danger to him.

Stan suddenly shouted! "Holy shit! It's a mountain of gold with a druid priest singing on top of it!!!"

Stan raced towards the mountain just stopping a few yards away, and proceeded to shout, "OMG!! Dude!! YOU ROCK!! \m/"

Actually Stan had run up to the candy mountain.

Hawkeye was in a bad way.
The war torn field had rippled, morphed slightly.
now it looked like an open shrapnel wound.
As a surgeon, Hawkeye could probably have told you exactly what each glistening, bloodied mass of tissue, bone, gristle was called in textbook detail.

Hawkeye was tripping bigtime.
Had this been a bad movie, by now 'In A Gadda Da Vidda' would have started up in the background only Hawkeye, being from 1953, wouldn't have gotten the reference.

The god on the candy mountain was singing, but to Captain Pierce it sounded woefully like 'Taps'.

He sat down on the ground.

Stan was slowly starting to come to his senses, and he noticed Hawk on the ground. He walked up to Hawk, offered his hand and said "C'mon man let's get out of here."

If there was one thing Stanley Coleman didn't look like, it was probably a tall, thin balding soldier with a big moustache.

Drugs. will do funny things to your head.

Hawkeye suddenly looked at Stan in surprise and then, delight.

He all but leaped into his arms.

"Beej? Beej!!! my god, man, I thought I'd never see you again.
I saw your message. It was the last thing I saw in Korea. Then I wound up here.
How could I have gotten so lost? All I wanted was to go home..."

Stnaley had become, for Hawkeye anyway, BJ Honeycutt, his former tentmate and fellow surgeon.

"Come on man let's get home!" Stan exclaimed.

But then Stanley saw Leonard Wolf, and he bolted out of there.

Did we mention that Stan is a coward?

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