Having a Drink [Hobbar]

[1st Sgt. Michael Hobbar]

The cab drove the two to a small diner called “Old Greg’s Fish and Chips”. Looks like a nice place. Hobbar thought. He noticed a sign on the window that said OPEN 24 Hours Hobbar grinned, “Ahh, that’s good, this place is open for 24 hours.” Hobbar stepped out of the cab and stretched his legs, he hated sitting especially in a small cab. The young private paid the cabbie who drove off soon afterwards. “Thank god for this 48 hour pass” Hobbar started, “Good to get off the base and that shit food.”

The two walked into the diner, instantly the deep fried fish and bitter vinegar hit Hobbar’s nose. His eyebrows lifted and his shut his eyes, “Whoo! That’s a strong smell!” Hobbar chuckled as he took a deep breath to inhale it all in. There were a few men in the diner, mostly some elder gentlemen and a few police officers and one RAF pilot. The two walked to a booth near the front windows.

"Ever had fish and chips, Sarge? Its pretty good, and places like this usually got the best," he said with a smile

“No I haven’t” Hobbar said, “I eat mostly steaks and stuff. I never ate fish really before.” Hobbar looked around, the place wasn’t shabby, and the atmosphere inside was homey.

"Can I take your orders boys?" said the waitress that was on duty.

The waitress was a cute girl, surely no older than 20. He had beautiful pale blue eyes which complemented her pale skin. Hobbar was initially struck by her beauty, but shook out of it.

"I'll just take a basket of fish and chips with some vinegar and a coke," said Jeremiah with a smile.

“I think I’ll have the same thing, plus a steak and a coke.” Hobbar said as he simultaneously looked up at the girl.

“Alright boys, coming right up.” The girl turned around almost angelic like with a graceful spin and returned to behind the counter and presented to order to the cooks.

[Jeremiah Welsh]

The waitress brought the food within a few minutes. The large baskets of fish and chips, paper cups of vinegar, and the Sergeant's steak. The food was all steaming hot. The french fries were covered in mayonnaise and the battered fish had a dollop of tartar sauce on top of it. The bottles of coke were fresh and sweating as they were set down.

"Thanks," said Jeremiah with a grin.

"You look very good tonight," said Jeremiah as he looked at her name tag, "Isabella."

"Thanks, you too soldier," she said with a smile that lit up her blue eyes.

"Call me Jeremy," he said with another grin.

"I got to get back to work, but maybe I will see you around again?" she asked.

Jeremiah nodded and she walked off with a bit of a hop to her step. He thought she was getting "giddy like a schoolgirl" as the Brits said. He began to eat quickly. The mayonnaise-covered chips were quite hardy. He popped the cap off his coke and took a sip of the cool beverage. The carbonation tingled as it slipped down his throat. He dipped a piece of the battered cod into the malt vinegar and took a bite. It was incredible. He had had fish and chips very few times, but this was simply the best. He took another mayonnaise covered chip and took a bite. It was warm, but not too hot.

"Good food, huh Sarge?" he asked.

[1st Sgt. Michael Hobbar]

Within moments the young waitress arrived with the food. “Mmmmm” Hobbar hummed, “Steak!” Hobbar shouted, he pushed his fish and chips to the side, then figured that he’ll eat the steak last, to savor in its glory. “You know what? I’ll save my steak for now, eat it after I finish this Tommy food.”

Hobbar pushed the food into his mouth, he munched loudly, almost making sure everyone in the diner knew that he was enjoying his meal. “Those Brits don’t make half bad chow!” Hobbar said with his mouth semi-full. In the Army, they taught you to eat politely, with your mouth closed, but screw that, Hobbar thought he was hungry as hell and just wanted to chow down as much of the civilian food as he could before he was to report back to the base, then overseas.

"Thanks," said Jeremiah with a grin.

"You look very good tonight," said Jeremiah as he looked at her name tag, "Isabella."

"Thanks, you too soldier," she said with a smile that lit up her blue eyes.

"Call me Jeremy," he said with another grin.

"I got to get back to work, but maybe I will see you around again?" she asked.

“Get some!” Hobbar said, that Isabella was a nice looking dame, “If you want some of that, you’d best make a move faster, she knows that you’ll probably only be here for a little bit, since you are a soldier, and lets face it, what American GI is going to be in England long enough to get any? Hobbar smirked.

"Good food, huh Sarge?" he asked.

Hobbar looked up with a piece of his fish hanging out of the corner of his mouth, “What do you think? He finished up his fish and chips then moved onto his steak. “Come to me!” Hobbar said. He took his fork and jammed it into the middle of the steak then in on quick motion stuffed it into his mouth. “That’s good stuff!” Hobbar exclaimed with his steak only half chewed. He had a joyful grin on his face. After Hobbar finished munching on his chow, he popped open his bottle of coke. He took a quick chug then almost immediately belched very loudly. “Excuse me.” Hobbar said with a large grin on his face.

[Jeremiah Welsh]

"Well Sarge...You seem to be enjoying yourself, haha," said Jeremiah.

"We really should get going, its like two o'clock," he said with a smile as he finished his meal and coke.

With all said and done, he went to the counter and saw Isabella waiting at the register. She had a nice smile on her face as he walked up. She was incredibly gorgeous, and Jeremiah noticed this. He smiled back.

"How much will it be?" he asked.

"Three pounds," she said with a giggle.

Jeremiah got out his wallet and counted out five. He handed her three for the meal and two for a tip. As he handed it, her hand paused for a moment on his and the two looked up at each other smiling. She blushed a bit at him, and he smiled a toothy grin back. She took the tip and put it in her pocket. He carefully picked his next words.

"Well, I will be around tomorrow, maybe you can grace me with a visit?" he said with another grin.

"I would like that Mr. Yank, Jeremiah wasn't it?" she said.

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

Jeremiah watched as she took a piece of short order paper from her notepad and wrote down her address and telephone number. He smiled as she handed him the paper. Jeremiah didn't really believe in love at first site, but he believed that this might be it. She walked him to the door and gave him a hug as he and Hobbar exited, she also gave him a peck on the cheek.

"You be sure to come get me any time you want, Jeremiah," she said with a giggle.

"How's five sound?" he asked.

"Sounds wonderful," Isabella said with her soft voice.

With that, he and Hobbar called a cab. Jeremiah was happy now. He had actually met a girl in England that he could possibly have a future with. Thinking about her made his stomach have butterflies. The cab pulled up, it was an old yellow car and the Cabbe was older than the car was. They got in.

"Wanna catch the fare this time, Sarge?" he asked.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

A 2 pager, I'm glad these are becoming more common ;D

Welsh - 13

Hobbar - 11

Normally I would award more, but there were a couple of short posts here guys, none the less, one of the higher CP rewarding neutrals I've ever closed.

-JT