Riza sat at her desk, her feet crossed underneath it. A large pile of paperwork sat at her desk, all of it belonging to her superior officer, Roy Mustang. While everybody on base was out celebrating a recent victory in the Ishval War, where was Riza? Inside, stuck doing Roy's work while he was out, enjoying himself. Riza presumed him to be with other women, and this made her silently fume. She was pissed, but managed to keep her calm, that is, until Roy came barreling through the door to her office acting both belligerent and very, very drunk.
"Sir? Are you alright?" Riza asked, keeping her voice mostly neutral. She set her pen down and looked up
"Mmmmm... is that you Riza, dear?" he slurred out drunkenly.
"Who else would it be? Lena, or Angela?" she asked and sighed. She had looked down for a moment, and when she moved her head upwards, she noticed that Roy was no longer in her room.
"Sir, I don't have time for this. Now, where are you?" she cursed under her breath, visibly angry at this point. She stood up and pushed her chair back, ready to look for him when all of a sudden...
"Right here..." Roy said in a husky tone, and Riza felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist. A warm chest rested against her back, and she could feel hot breath and a pair of lips against the back of her neck.
"Sir, Roy, what is this?" Riza demanded in an angry tone.
"Oh, my dear Riza..." Roy said in a low voice, then proceeded to nibble gently at the back of her neck.
"THAT'S IT" the angry blonde called out and she forced herself from his grip, drawing a hand back and slapping him across the face. She grabbed a stack of paperwork and a bottle of everclear on her desk, and immediately ran out of her office, muttering an apology as she ran into Ana by mistake.
"Was it something I said?" Roy mumbled stupidly and exited Riza's office as several people looked at him.
Riza fled to the top of a building on base, her private area to cool down after uneventful activities or situations. She withdrew a pocket knife from her uniform, and used it to pry out the cork in the bottle of alcohol she had. She replaced the knife with a pill in her pocket, and took a swig from the bottle and the pill, downing it immediately. It took her but five minutes to finish the bottle, an impressive feat. Several moments later, she passed out on the rooftop, empty bottle in hand.
"Now where is that girl...?" Ana questioned, and ran into Dr. Angela Ziegler.
"Ziegler. I'm afraid Miss Hawkeye has disappeared somewhere on base. Go and find her" Ana told the Doctor sternly.