Tequila sunrise
Knock Knock!
A rapping sound at the office doors of one Roy Mustang shattered the exhausted officer's peace. They were working furiously to reach the colonel's looming deadline for his annual office report prior to its inspection, (after several hours contemplation, they were still having trouble creating convincing excuses for the many bullet holes and scorch marks decorating the room, not to mention the severely dented filing cabinet, the result of Breda's many attempts to escape Black Hayate's cluches).
Havoc begrudgingly stood up, being situated closest to the door and went to open it, as the others watched on curiously.
At the door stood a well-formed young officer, who announced his wishes for a private word with lieutenant Hawkeye. As she stood up to join the young sergeant, the colonel shot the young man his most intimidating stare, an action not missed by Havoc. Mustang knew exactly what that punk wanted, and if his suspicions were correct he damn sure hoped his lieutenant tells him where he can stick it.
The moments of Hawkeye's absence passed by with the team speculating what sergeant Johnstone could possibly want with the lieutenant, all the while colonel Mustang sat staring out the window, trying to look disinterested in the whole ordeal. Havoc smirked to himself, oh colonel, he thought.
Outside the door, away from prying ears distance, an exchange was taking place.
'How may I be of service, Sergeant?'
'Oh no, this is not military business!' the young man blushed 'Actually, I noticed how pretty you looked the other day in the canteen, and wondered if you would perhaps be open to grabbing a drink with me later?'
'Thank you for the offer', she replied calmly 'However I am not currently looking to date'. He moved to protest, yet she cut him off sharply, 'And besides, inter-military dating is forbidden, I'm sorry.' He nodded in understanding and saluted, 'Good day lieutenant'. She acknowledged, and left him looking mildly dejected. Turning round, she made her return to the real reason she turned down her countless date offers. The one man she had always wanted, but could never have, the Flame Alchemist, colonel Roy Mustang.
She re-entered the office to her staring colleagues, which of course she ignored, and sat at her desk, continuing her work. No one dared question her for fear of being shot. Yet, after about a minute, the colonel couldn't take not knowing anymore. He put on his best non-chalant façade, and asked, 'So, Hawkeye, what did sergeant pretty boy want?'
'He asked me out for a drink, I declined.' She replied simply, without looking up from her work. The colonel smirked with joy at this news, fuelling his arrogance.
'Why's that lieutenant, can't hold your drink? Or are you just not wanting to look like a cougar, I'd have thought Rebecca would be encouraging you to date such 'men' if he could be considered a man'.
'My reasons are none of your business, sir', she particularly emphasized the last word, 'Besides can you blame Rebecca, the guys our age are hardly desirable specimens' she added slyly, knowing she had just essentially rained all over Mustang's ego. Useless, she chuckled to herself, whilst Mustang sat looking most put out, unable to conjure a response.
Havoc, meanwhile, saw a solid gold opportunity… It was time for him to try and force his idiot colonel and rule-loving 1st lieutenant to defuse their ridiculous sexual tension, and he had just the plan to create the opportune moment for such a situation…
'Hey colonel' Havoc spoke up, grinning slyly. 'Why so cocky, everyone knows you are the one who can't handle your drink…' This struck the colonels ego like a hammer blow…
'I..whaaa! OF COURSE I CAN HANDLE MY DRINK YOU MORON! I spend most my free time drinking with Hughes… 'The colonel softened his tone now for the last detail of his rant, 'or more often, with certain lucky ladies'.
Hawkeye glared at her paperwork, not enjoying Mustang's boasting.
'Yeah but I'd be willing to bet you have one drink yourself, then spend the rest of your money getting girls drunk so they'll actually want to….'
'Why you!' fumed the colonel.
Havoc persisted, 'Hell I bet even Hawkeye could beat you at a drinking contest!'
Mustang burst into fits of laughter, spluttering words 'Hawkeye… beat … RIDICULOUS, I could drink 2 shots for one of hers EASY!'
Oh that's it thought Hawkeye, who had been keeping quiet, as she now reached her tempers limit, that arrogant jerk needs his ego deflating! She stood up.
'Challenge accepted. Havoc will judge. I will see you at 2100 hours at the iron dog, if you are man enough to take me on.'
The gloating colonel's smile vanished. Trying to maintain face as his challenger left the office, he yelled after her 'Fine, but you better be in a miniskirt, or you forfeit!'
Hawkeye smiled evilly to herself, boy did that idiot colonel have it coming to him, he had no idea what he had just let himself in for…