It's quieter around the back (Branigan)

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel lifted up the three-quarter full bottle of beer and took another small sip of it. He was trying to savour this, since he only had enough cash for one. Anyway, he didn't want to get drunk this evening. It was too nice a night to be wasted away by becoming semi-unconsious and falling over twenty times while "walking" home. The stars were all bright in the sky and it was warm, but with a nice cooling breeze. The reason he knew all these things was because he was sitting outside. Around the back of the local pub, The Glass of Sherry, there was a small area filled with benches and tables, where the less raucus drinks could enjoy their night.

Daniel smiled to himself. It wasn't often that he himself came out here. Most of the time he was inside, not at all bothered by the noises of the pub around him. And he had tottered back to the barracks drunk quite a few times. Today he just didn't feel up to it. He sat at the bench with a young Engineer whom he had been getting to know better. Michael Burns had told him some terrifying storys of minefields he had to clear, and concrete bunkers he had to blow up. Although he was looking a bit tipsy, so a lot of the story's probably wern't true at all. The young engineer was now paying attention to a couple of young ladies who looked just old enough to drink, who were sitting on a bench a few seats away. There were a good few people mulling around the back of the pub, right now. It was a Friday evening, the day most of the locals relaxed.

Daniel boredly watched different people come and go, occasionaly taking a drink out of his bottle of beer. He might as well get up and leave soon if there was nothing else to do.

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

Stumbling out of the back door to the pub, Peter looked around quietly, concealing a cheeky grin as he hastily done up his trousers and glanced back through the small gap in the door as a young woman shifted through the corridor, mulling a few hair-clips back into her as he cheekily smiled at Peter’s mischievous look, before passing off into the front of the pub again. Clearing his throat, he closed the door and tried not to laugh, as he caught wisp of a couple of soldiers lurking on a table, whistling at Peter a little with their boyish laughs from seeing him doing up his trousers “Keep your jolly away Medic!”[/I] one of the lads called out between a couple of laughs, holding his beer glass up with a wink. Peter could only move on quickly, trying not to laugh at himself…

Still dressed in his uniform, Peter cradled his Helmet beneath his left arm and glanced around quietly as he moved through the daunting patrons lingering outside. It had gotten dark quick and surprisingly, the place was still booming with enough life, that he could only imagine the nearby locals would be complaining about the noise come tomorrow - all the rowdy soldiers milling about, most of which probably snuck out from the barracks, before they were shipped out. Most men, upon getting their briefings, snuck out for a last pitch at freedom - it was common, the Military Police soon gave up on dragging the lads back though, as they realised soon enough they didn’t have enough cells for all the drunken bodies.

Bumping into someone on their seat as he tried to drag past them, Peter quickly slipped out “Sorry…”, but glancing towards their face he hesitantly stopped for a moment, pulling a fixed curious look towards the male he’d bumped into. “Wait - It’s Daniel Brennan isn’t it?” he asked curiously, a little unsure, particularly by the rank badge insignia; Staff Sergeant!? He was sure the male was a Corporal the last time he’d seen him. Right!?

[Daniel Brennan]

He looked around as some soldier walked out of the back door of the pub. That was odd, barely anybody ever used that door at all. Daniel had always thought it had been locked, because he had only ever seen staff or owners of the Pub use that door. He turned his attention back to the table and his drink. "Well, I think it's time I went back" Michael slurred. He sounded much more drunk than he looked, Daniel noticed. he guessed it was just an excuse to get back to the pub. "Sure, go." Daniel said, not caring at all. The man tottered around the side of the building; definately putting it on.

Someone bumbed into him hard in the back. Daniel turned around to determine wether the person was sober enough to be told off. A look of recognition, came to Daniels face. He knew this man! The man had apparently come to the same thought. “Wait - It’s Daniel Brennan isn’t it?” Daniel nodded. "Yeah," He said, smiling. "Your Peter arn't you" He proclaimed. Daniel pulled out the bench a bit and indicated that Peter should sit down. He hadn't seen the man in ages; months, even. The used to be in the same Division for a while, but they had moved. Daniel was now in the 3rd Armour and he had no clue where Peter was.

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

The man seemed to point and say “You’re peter right?”[/b], which was the thankful reaction Peter wanted, as he smiled widely and nodded “Yeah, Yeah I’m peter” he said quickly, watching as the Staff Sergeant pulled out the bench a little for him to sit. The Medical Corp nodded and shifted one of his legs over the bench, before half sitting before he swung the opposite leg over - “Thanks” he muttered out, as he shuffled to get a little more comfortable, his medical bag resting at his side on the bench.

Glancing around a little, he watched as one of Daniel Brennan’s comrades stumbled off towards the pub, he was most likely in search for what Peter had bumped into - quite literally. “So, Staff Sergeant eh!? I’m guessing you’ve had a few busy months” he said casually, as if trying to spark up some sort of conversation, whilst he continued to get comfortable. Pulling his helmet out from under his arm, he rested it onto the table in front of him and looked between the Staff Sergeant and his few men still lingering at the table, well, he was guessing they were his men… A good Sergeant always had his motley crew.

Looking back towards Staff Sergeant Brennan again, he curiously pulled a quirky look and had to ask “So, where have you been assigned now? I mean, since the Rangers disbanded?” he asked curiously, wondering if he were apart of anything special in the war - he’d heard stories of men signing up to special forces, most of them abused their double identities though, purchasing illegal contraband with their ‘secret’ identity and second passport, whilst their initial identity grew dust. It was strange how war changed most men.

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel grinned as the man sat down beside him. He hadn't seen him in ages and it would be good to have a long talk with him. Even there wasn't any particular subject, they could just talk about complete crap and maybe fill each other in on what they had been doing. He grinned again as Peter made note of his new rank. The last time they had met he had only been a Corporal. "Well yeah, I have been out on the field a good bit. Doing my duty and such," He said and winked at Peter.

Peter had finaly finished making himself comfortable on the hard wooden bench and he asked Daniel where he was assigned. "Well, when it was first broken up I was being bounced around a bit. Y'know, I would be at one Division for a short while before I'd be bumped along to another. Sometimes I was out on the field and I was practically in no division at all! Now I'm in the 3rd infantry and I've got myself a good platoon of men and good CO's" He ended his story simply. Daniel himself twisted a bit on the bench a bit, while asking his next question. "And what have you been doing? Surely you arn't just hanging around in shady looking pubs like this all the time." Daniel said smiling. A waitress who happened to be passing by threw him a dirty look.

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

Rubbing his hands together, Peter continued to look between the patrons around their table momentarily, wondering what stories all the other’s had. Peter himself hadn’t seen a great deal of battle since leaving the Rangers Batt’, he wasn’t even sure how Captain Matherson was… The last time he saw him, well, he was shot and knocked unconscious, luckily though, Peter dragged him from the wreckage of the barn to safety - perhaps that was why the Rangers were disbanded? Poor Captain Matherson died? Shaking his head, he slowly faced the Staff Sergeant again and listened to him quietly, shedding a grin as he pondered on Peter lurking about in some dirty and shady pubs. He didn’t know how close to the truth he was.

“Sounds like you’ve seen some action then” he said briefly, before licking his lips to speak again “Myself, well, I was in the Royal Marine Commandos for a while - but I tell ya’ mate, they done piss all with me. I sat around most of the days bored clueless, making it my own business to go and help out in the hospital wards” he said a little grumpily, shrugging some. “Anyway, I’ve widdled my way out of that Division, just wait and see if I can be of any help else-where around here” he muttered half to himself, rather than the Staff Sergeant.

He was desperate to get on the field and help out the men again, right at the front of all the combat, where they needed it most. However, it was finding the right Division that could get him there to help out was the problem… The Royal Marine Commandos weren’t going anywhere fast and their missions seemed to be very ‘Hush Hush’, so he was in search of an Infantry division perhaps, help out the poor guys that needed it the most. “Say, this Infantry Division of yours, think you could put in a good word for me? I’m sure you guys would prefer a medic around” he said with a small grin, knowing Sgt. Brennan was most likely having images of Peter leaning over him with a scalpel right about now -- funny.

[Daniel Brennan]

"Yeah, I did see a lot of action," Daniel said a bit sadly. He had seen a few comrades die and get injured and be sent back home. He didn't envy them, though. If it was serious enough for a person to be sent back to England or even the States, then he definately didn't want to be in their shoes. "Royal Marine Commando's? I had always thought you were in the American army? Royal Marine Commando's does sound slightly British!" He said and laughed.

Daniel looked side-ways at his old 'friend'. He had asked if Daniel could put a good word for him in at the Division. Surely he liked not being on the frontlines all the time. Most of the men would kill for a chance to be off the line for a few days. He had heard of some people even shooting themselves in the feet just so they could get away from the enemy mortars and the guns and the tanks. This was a qeer fellow. "Course I can." He proclaimed. "I'm not very high up in the pecking order, but I can always try. I probably won't have to try very hard, though. What sort of an officer would turn down the chance to have a medical squad!" Daniel laughed.

He leaned back and tapped a waitress who was walking by, on the arm. "Could I have two pints, please," He said handing a few coins to her. She was the same one who had heard him insulting the pub and she looked like she was about to refuse, before she nodded and took the coins. Daniel turned back to Peter with a grimace on his face. "It was only a joke anyway" He muttered.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

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The following CP has been issued:

Brennan - 6CP

Branigan - 6CP