Trapper walked into the swamp, running his fingers through his hair. He was puzzled by Casidy. She was so sweet, and nothing like the girls that he always went after. She was innocent, but that wasn't the appeal. The appeal was that she was smart and very blunt. That wasn't something that he had been used to. He was used to the coy and the players among the nurses. The girls that knew exactly what they wanted and who they could get the best of it from.
He had only sat down on his cot for a quiet moment of thought before Hawkeye walked into the tent that they shared with Frank Burns. He eyed Hawkeye before rolling over. He didn't want to hear what his friend had to say.
Hawkeye walked over to the still, and poured himself a dry martini. "What one... I made sure that it would be extra dry today. I wagged that bottle of vermouth over it until it died," he said.
Trapper shook his head. "Nah. I don't think that I want one."
Hawkeye eyed Trapper and then reached over, taking the other man's temperature with the palm of his hand over Trapper's forehead. "You feeling ok? Maybe you should have a drink. Your blood stream isn't going to know what hit it when those red blood cells build back up." He smirked over at his friend. He hadn't seen Trapper sit there so serious for a long time.
"Nah. I just think that maybe I should be the designate driver, in case the Army decides to pull this tent over," Trapper joked. He leaned back on his cot and stared at the ceiling, his thoughts returning to the pretty blond that perplexed him.
"You know that you should probably stay away from her. Radar got into a bit of a huff. He thinks you're going to try and play with her. He even used the M word to describe you." Hawkeye said.
"M word?" Trapper asked, his eyebrow raised as he looked over at his tent mate.
"Married." Hawkeye said seriously. "He said that you shouldn't be around her because you're married. He's worried about her. She seems like a good kid."
Trapper nodded his head. "She is a good kid. She knew that I was married. She asked about my wife and kids."
"And what did you tell her... that they died in some freak accident. That she divorced you because you were drafted?" Hawkeye asked, taking a drink of his martini.
"I told her the truth," Trapper said, rolling over on his side, facing away from Hawkeye. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. He wanted to spend time with the pretty blond, but didn't want to alienate the short corporal. Radar had become a good friend and poker buddy. So many problems, not enough solutions.
Hawkeye noticed that his friend didn't want to talk about it anymore and downed his martini. He decided to give him a little space, grabbing his shower gear. "I'm heading to the shower. If you need me... you know where to find me, you sexy beast." He chuckled and ducked as one of Trapper's boots flew through the air at his head.