Dislclaimer: I don't own FMA...although I wish I owned Roy.
Drabble One -- Untitled (for now)
Tired. That's what Roy was...exhausted and yet at the same time he'd never felt more awake. At the moment he was standing beside Maes, both of them leaning against his truck and having a nice, cold beer outside of the grave yard.
"Do you wanna head somewhere and have a few beers?" Maes asked as he turned to look at Roy with a grin.
The Colonel shook his head as he replied, "No. I have to get back to work. Hawkeye'll kill me if I don't finish that paper work by tomorrow."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Well, how bout dinner, then, next week? After you have all of that paper work done?" he asked with another one of his grins.
Roy nodded this time with a smirk of his own, "Steaks on the grill?"
"Of course," Maes answered as if he'd never considered another option.
"That I could do." Roy eyed Maes suspiciously. "Gracia's not bringing a friend again, is she?"
Maes laughed. "No. But I can tell her to get you someone if you want her to."
"No thanks. After Claire, I don't think I trust her judgement anymore."
"Aw, cmon Roy, Clair wasn't that bad."
"You didn't spend all night listening to her talk on and on. She just kept on going and going and going -- she just couldn't sit quietly, even for a minute."
"She was nervous."
"She was a pain."
"I'll tell Gracia you said that."
"No, don't-"
"I'm just kidding, Roy. You know I wouldn't do that. But how about Wensday? You want to stop over then?"
"That'd be great."
"All right, then," Maes nodded and pushed away from the truck as he fished the keys from his pocket. After crumpling his can, he tossed it into the back of Roy's truck with a clank.
"Thanks," Roy said.
"You're welcome."
"I mean about you coming by today."
"I knew what you were talking about."
Roy couldn't help but smirk as Maes walked away. Another day in his abnormal life was once again coming to a close.