Envy sat—in his usual attire—atop the couch in the Colonel's office much like a cat. He then raised himself up into a one-handed hand stand. Leaning forward, he landed gracefully on the cushions of the couch. He yawned and stretched, preparing himself for a long awaited nap. His arms found themselves sprawled along the headrest. His hands hung lazily off the edges. A long sigh escaped his slightly parted lips as his eyes grew heavy and eventually shut.
Just then, the doors burst open revealing a handsomely dressed Roy Mustang. He held his elbow out in that old fashioned escort kind of way. "Join me?"
Envy's eyes shot open and he cupped a hand over his mouth in mock horror. You came at such a bad time! I'm not even dressed for the occasion!" He stood and shifted into a voluptuous brunette in an elegant white evening gown. "Now I am." He grinned wickedly.
"I was kind of in the mood for a blonde, actually." Roy said sheepishly.
Envy rolled his deep caramel eyes framed with long lashes. He sighed and looked disheartened. He was always a blonde. The brown quickly turned to blonde. "Pickiness will get you nowhere." He threaded his pale arm through the dark haired gentleman's whose formed a ring that attached at his side.
The pair set out, arm in arm, to the candlelit booth that awaited them not far from where they stood. As they made their more than dramatic exit, Riza gave them an inquisitive look. Roy merely nodded. Envy gave her a Ha! He's mine! look, which only further infuriated the trigger happy lieutenant. Practically glowing with white hot rage, Riza saluted the Colonel.