The day was slow at HQ. There were no leads on Scars where abouts, no new orders from Central, no Elric brothers to keep the heat going, nothing. It was, indeed, a long, slow day. The same however, could not be said about Col. Roy Mustang and 2nd Lt. Jean Havoc, in deep philosophical discussion.

"C'mon, Colonel. You can't seriously mean that. Besides, I'm considered a ladies man myself."

Mustang scoffed. "Well, guess who has a date tonight at 9:00 while the other stays at headquarters on guard duty."

Havoc fumed. "Yeah, well, you probably payed her to date you. Seriously, who'd want to date you for who you are? Charisma? Please. If anything, it's your money girls like you for."

Mustang grew equally tempered. "Hey, at least I have money!"

"And I have a girl that likes me for who I am!!"

Just then, 1nd Lt. Hawkeye walked in. "Don't you two have any work? Like locating Scar perhaps?" They both relaxed a little.

"She's right," Havoc said. "We do have better things to do." Mustang nodded in concurrence. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, there was work to be done.

Suddenly, a flash of brilliance came into Mustang's mind. Or at least, it seemed like a flash of brilliance; you can't really tell the difference of genius and pompousness with him. At any rate, something flashed into his mind and he grabbed Havoc.

"Ah-- Hey, what the hell?!"

"Shhhhhhhhhhh!" Mustang whispered into his ear. "We both want to prove whose the better impressionist on women, so let's have a bet. We both do what ever it takes to impress a single woman and who ever she ends up with wins. Loser has to stay on guard duty for a week."

"Wait, a contest to see who the better impressionist is? Who's the girl?"

Mustang sneak his gaze over to Riza, who was making a phone call to... Who knows who?

Havoc followed his gaze to Hawkeye and gapped. "Oh, no. If she found out, she would kill us! Besides, she's harder to impress than the a mule!"

"Which makes her a perfect candidate!" The Col. replied. "Besides, what do you have to lose?"

"My girlfriend, that's for sure," Havoc spoke out nervously.

"Come on, 2nd Lt. She'll never know! Besides, you want to prove something to her, right?" Mustang held out his hand. "Is it a deal?"

For once in his life, Havoc thought over this situation, pondering everything that could go wrong, all the outcomes, the leads, the flaws. Finally, "So, Betty will never know..."

"Never."

"And Riza isn't going to find out..."

"Not a chance."

"Alright." Havoc took in a deep breathe and announced, "It's a deal." He placed his hand in the Colonel's and shook it vigorously.

"Then," Mustang began, "Let the games BEGIN!"

Suddenly, Riza appeared right behind them. "What are you talking about?" she inquired.

They both jump to the ceiling. "Uh--- Nothing! W-w-w-ee came to an agreement."

"Well, that's good to hear. Now please, get back to work."

Wait, Havoc thought to himself, she only says please when she has her hand on her g-g-gu-- "Right away, 1st Lt.!" he said trying not to let his voice shake.

Oh, yeah, Mustang thought to himself. This is going to be easy.