This was a plotbunny that bit me one night before bed. So, I wrote it out and went with it. There'll be all five days of the work week for this one, I've got the second one on the way, though I just want to see the reaction towards this one and the next one is definitely longer. R&R if you want the next one!

Disclamer: FullMetal Alchemist, and all characters used are a copywright of Hiromu Arakawa

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Monday

She's at it again, Roy Mustang mused, his coal-coloured eyes trailing along the sleek form of a certain blonde colleague.

The day was hot, in that sweltering 'I-want-to-strip-down-then-tear-off-my-skin' sort of way.

The ridiculous heat wave forced protocol to give way, allowing military members to strip down their uniforms, tastefully, in favour of something cooler.

Roy switched legs, the heat collecting between them was insufferable, and a sickening, sloppy noise was produced, a combined effort of humidity, his own seat-coated skin and the incredulously stuffy room. Yet still, his subordinates retained their immature humor, snickering at their colonel when he crossed, then un-crossed his legs.

'Simmer down you lot,' he barked savagely, the heat caused his already short temper to swell, 'unless you really want it to be hot in here.' The raven-haired officer made a slow, but deliberate movement towards his pyrotechnic gloves.

Instantaneously, the four shut their unsightly gobs, returning to their limitless amount of paperwork.

Roy heaved a sigh, allowing himself another glance towards his light-haired comrade.

She donned her normal attire, though her jacket had been removed. Even Hawkeye knew when to give into common sense. Instead a black military-issued tank top took over the jacket's place. Sweat trickled at her perfect brow, beads of it moving down the side of her face. Some dropped off their, though others moved to her neck, then slipped down, between her perfect breasts.

Colonel Mustang stared, utterly transfixed upon the glistening sweat coating his unrequited love interest. Watching her had become one of his favourite office past times, though unfortunately (he sent a sidelong glare towards the other males in the office), it had also become a favourite of a few others.

Havoc was the most obvious, staring at her with those unwavering eyes. The look on his face made Mustang's blood boil. Breda's eyes would dance over towards her every now and again while Fuery had those glances that you thought were innocent at first, though upon closer inspection it was obvious there was something else going on.

Roy tore his eyes away from them, placing them once again upon the spellbinding girl once again. He studied her, smiling, her looks absolutely captivating.

Sighing heavily, the colonel stood, grasping his jacket at the end of the day from the back of his chair. He muttered something even he didn't understand. Briskly, he stomped off, out of the office.

Roy journeyed through the building. His free hand was shoved into its corresponding pocket. Mustang's dark eyes darted around, searching. After an investigate time of thirty minutes (it was a rather large building and after all the years Roy had worked there, he still got lost from time to time), Roy grasped tightly onto Maes Hughes' wrist gruffly, taking him out of the building and onto the streets.

Maes wasn't fazed, already used to the weekly tradition. This was started back when they first joined. He stayed quiet the entire walk towards the usual pub. Usually Roy just seemed more... Roy-ish. He wasn't charismatic. He wasn't suave. He wasn't smug, or even smarmy.

The colonel glanced back towards his friend, catching the speculating stares from Maes. Roy clicked his tongue, making an irritated sound before entered the establishment. Maes followed, only sitting there as his best friend downed drink after drink, resulting in between utterly and completely intoxicated. He dragged Roy's sorry, obnoxiously and ridiculously drunk ass home.

The worst part? That was only Monday.