A night like no other.(Felix,Freidrich)

[Franz Walters]

Time:10 PM
Weather:Warm,dry.

Franz rode in the back of a German military truck.He was surrounded by good friends, and other soldiers.As the truck pulled to a stop, the soldiers emptied out, and entered the Local Tavern.On the stage there was one singer.A,"blondey" if you will.Franz saw a Captain making out with one of waitresses.Franz strolled over too the bar, and ordered a beer.All of a sudden, a well known jazz song blared to life. It was so loud, it scared Franz right out of his seat.He was about to charge at the bartender for that, then just said,"Ah, what the hell.", And let it go.Franz went back to drinking.He told his two good friends about the R&R night."I wonder where they are.Oh well. One more beer please."Franz was giving his second beer. Then he began singing to a song that a soldier actually wrote.The soldier who wrote it lost his leg in combat, and was giveing a honorable discharge.

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Freidrich had just gotten out of the jeep when he reached into his pocket for his wallet. "Darn it all!" he said to himself remembering that he left it in his barracks. "Sorry can't give you a tip. I owe you one." he said to the driver.

Freidrich walked into the bar and was engulfed by everything there. The music,the people,the life. He was happy to see people that weren't in pain or yelling at each other.

Freidrich walked over to the bar and sat down next to Franz,"So who's going to be the designated driver?" he asked with a small laugh.

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

Felix Odegaard sipped down his beer, savoring every taste. The bartender, a portly man in his mid fifties with rosy cheeks and balding brown hair, cleaned a used beer stein with an old rag behind the counter, and a singer belted out the lyrics to some jazz song that Felix really didn’t care about. He was more of the polka kind of man. His black SS wrap around tunic was tight against his body, the first two buttons undone. His overseas cap was placed on his head, and his hair was messy.

As the Norwegian Rottenfuhrer sipped down the last ounce of his strong Bavarian beer, a truckload of Wehrmacht recruits poured into the tavern, filling up all the empty booths and seats. Two sat down next to Felix, one a corporal, the other a fresh young private. They started conversing, and it seemed as if they knew each other well. Felix new neither of the fresh recruits, and pushed out of the seat and walked up to the stage.

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

"One please."Freidrich said calling for a nice,cold,German brew. "Reminds me of home." he thought to himself. After taking taking a few sips he saw a member of the SS near the stage,who looked vaguely familiar.

"Hey, Mister SS! Are you too good to be seen with a few of the finest Wehrmacht in all of Germany?" Freidrich said trying to invite his commrade over.

"where have I seen him before? I know his face,I just can't remember for the life of me." Freidrich thought to himself struggling to remember his name from another time.

[Franz Walters]

Franz looked over to the SS soldier.He couldn't help laughing at what Freidrich said.He drank his beer."Shit! What the hell you put in this!" Franz spilled the beer on the bartender.He aimed his Kar98 up."Freidrich! This bartender poisoned me!" A range of soldiers raise their guns."I-I did not!"Yeah you did!The hell you put in there! Taste like rat shit!"Franz put his rifle down. 3 Beers please.The soldiers glanced at him."Well, if its gonna taste bad, Im gonna need to break it in. Frnaz started chugging beer by beer."2 more.I need to get away the pain of my brothers death."Franz's brother had died a week ago.This party was just what he needed."Franz, your friggin' crazy." Explained a soldier."You scared the shit outta us.""I was scared too.It's got a back taste though. It gets ok after a few drinks. Here, try some" Franz slided a beer over to the soldier. More soldiers started trying it."It's a new brand. Freshly made my self."'You do good." Franz said."Thank you." The bartender replied. Franz was getting drunk, so he started singing.He saw a soldier trying to mess with a dancer."Damnit, damnit, DAMNIT!Your doing it all wrong!" Franz ran over and made out with the girl for 2 minutes."Alright, you turn." The soldier and dancer started making out."Ain't I fun?"Franz went back to the bar and started drinking some more, then singing more."One sandwitch please." Franzs munched on it, but it didn't make him any better."Thank you."

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

"You psychotic piece of garbage,Franz!" Freidrich said fighting back tears. "That was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. I never thought a little school girl would've had it in him. To actually pick up a rifle like that."

"Well while we're at it,how's about we try and pick a fight with a few fresh faces,eh? Which one's though. Ah,forget it! Your going to need to get much more drunk if you're going to fight someone." Freidrich said as he sipped on his beer.

After getting done with this beer he started to sing an old song that his father used to sing to him when he was very young.

[Franz Walters]

OOC: Yeah its been a LONG time.
Franz started gulping down beer. He kept drinking until the bartender finally said,"All out, Gotta brew some." Damnit! hurry up!" Franz walked over to a rival enemy. "Hey." Franz said. He then swing a fist at the man. It connected. Franz and the man started fighting. They then stopped, got a good laugh out of it, then the bartender said,"Here, try a new meal I'm serving." Franz started eating a sandwitch. "You make this?""Yep. I chopped the meat and everything.""Very good job." Franz took out his knife and cut off half of the sandwitch."Here try this." Franz said to Freidrich, handing over the un bitten half. "Alright, here Ye go. Freshly brewed beer!" Franz started drinking at an instance."Oh god." Franz said laughing. He saw the soldier get slapped by the young dancer."What now?""Apparently, I'm outta her league.""Then have a beer."Franz ordered a beer for the soldier. He then started singing the same song Freidrich was.

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

Hmm... lengthen up those posts.

CP:
2CP for all!


~Dan

[Franz Walters]

Thanks Dan.