A/N: Ok, I added some description but not much (reminds me of Radar's writing lessons) and I couldn't think of a good nickname-only this so the story stinks so far. I'm not fully awake when writing this either. Sorry. Oh, and Amy's personality is not quite how it currently seems.
Disclaimer: Ditto!

No such luck. "Hey, more assistance over here please." Wounded had arrived, and the OR was packed.
Why the hell did they hafta attack right before our poker game on a day I feel lucky? Hawkeye pondered. Didn't they know I would have beaten the pants off that new guy? Luckily, the casualties stopped coming earlier than expected.
"Ah, freedom!" Hawkeye shouted thankfully, breathing in the "fresh" air. A slight breeze was wafting odors toward them from the mess tent. A disgusted look came over his face. "Smells like they're serving long-dead mice and rotten tree bark again," he complained.
"Let's skip supper and visit the still," B.J. suggested. "You still up for that poker game Hawk?"
"Sure am."
"Hey Ben!" B.J. called to the man coming out of OR.
"God!" said Hawkeye. "You got that nickname for him yet, Beej? I keep thinking you're talking to me."
"Sorry, Hawk. Not yet."
"Well, hurry up."

"Geez, Ben, I thought you weren't that good!" B.J. exclaimed. "Huh? Oh, yeah." Hawkeye said for the fifth time. So much for feeling lucky he mused.
"I'm not. The fat god of luck must be smiling upon me," Ben insisted, mimicking Chow Mein, a second generation Chinese immigrant and currently off-duty M.P. with a name no one could quite pronounce. Radar thought he heard "Chow Mein", and the name stuck. Upon hearing this, a very drunk Chow toppled over laughing and passed out. "Sooo.you all want to play anymore?"
"Heck no!" B.J. said.
"Yeah, I'm not doin' it again tonight," Radar told him sleepily.
"It's been a long day. I think we'd better turn in."
"Ok. Good idea, Colonel," Hawk said. "'Cause I think he's a whiz and not telling us or he had cards up his sleeve." Everyone looked over at the Major, who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. "I told you I was just lucky! I'll probably lose it tomorrow. Besides, if I wanted to hide cards, I'd hide them over here," Ben said smiling, reaching up and taking three cards from behind Hawkeye's ear. Radar was amazed. "Wow, he's a regular Merlin!" "That's it!" Hawk shouted at B.J. excitedly. "What?" asked B.J. curiously. "Merlin!" said Hawk. "The perfect nickname! No more getting confused!" "Hey yeah! Merlin it is." "Ok, if you guys say so," said "Merlin". Just then, two nurses knocked on the door. "We just got off our shift and wondered if you poker game was still on," one of them, a medium sized girl with blonde hair a few inches past her shoulders and light green-blue eyes asked.
"No, but come in anyway-I could use some cheering up."
Did he beat you?" asked the other nurse who was small with long, golden-brown hair and hazel eyes, nodding toward Merlin.
"Yes!" B.J. told her.
"Yeah, well he beat you too Beej!" Hawkeye retorted.
"Not that bad." The Colonel received a menacing glare from a very upset Hawkeye.
"Hey, you guys are new, aren't you?" B.J. asked.
"Yeah," responded the first one. "Lt. Kathryn Meyer, but you can call me Kathy."
"I'm Lt. Amy Ford," the other nurse said quietly.
"Nice meeting you ladies. Care for a drink?" Kathy took one eagerly, but Amy just shook her head.
"So, where's home for y'all?"
"Maine," said Kathy.
"No kidding! Me too!" She and Hawkeye started chattering about their hometowns while Amy just said "Missouri".
"I come from Hannibal, myself. It's the greatest town in the world," Colonel Potter announced.
"Oh, wow."

Later, after everyone had left the Swamp but its occupants, the surgeons discussed Kathy and Amy.
"Kathy's my kind of nurse," Hawkeye declared.
"Amy seemed so quiet."
Yeah, she didn't say too much."
"Ahh, she's new, she'll come around. She seems like she would normally be very friendly.
`"Let's have them over again," said B.J.
"Sure, I bet Amy's fun too. But it'll have to be after my date with Kathy tomorrow."
"Ok, Hawkeye."