First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye stands stiffly, far to stiffly for the setting she is in. She stands in the corner of a bar, keeping her eye on the boys as they consume copious amounts of alcohol. Currently the Colonel and Havoc are having a drinking contest. Presumably to impress any women that are present, excluding Hawkeye, of course. Hawkeye shakes her head as she watches their antics. She doesn't understand why they think that it would impress women to show just how much alcohol the can consume. Hawkeye herself doesn't gauge the compatibility, or possibility, of a potential partner by the amount of alcohol they can throw down their gullets in one sitting.
Then again, it's not like they are trying to impress her. She can hear Mustang's slurred voice trying to convince Havoc to go another round and Havoc's just as slurred "Sure!" Havoc's foolish answer forces Hawkeye into action. She swiftly makes her way over to the counter, avoiding the men who are all around, their voices strange and sluggish.
"Colonel, we should be leaving." Hawkeye manages to keep her composure as Mustang turns his face far too close to her's.
"But RIzaaaaaa…" Mustang pauses seeming to think for a moment. "Why is your name Riza? That's a weird name. Hehe that's funny."
"With all do respect sir, we need to leave. You are far too intoxicated to be staying here any longer." Hawkeye barely keeps a straight face as Mustang lurches off his chair into her. She stumbles along carrying him out of the bar. Havoc can be heard taunting Mustang and hiccuping. Mustang's just as drunk challenge to "Do it it again sometime" hits deaf ears.
"Come on sir." Hawkeye escorts the colonel to the backseat of the car, making sure to lock him in. Who knows what would happen if a drunk Mustang was allowed to roam the streets. She slides into the driver's seat and starts the car.
"You know Riza *hic* You're really pretty." Mustang drawls from the back of the car.
"Sir, with all due respect you should keep that kind of comment to yourself" Hawkeye drives slowly down the street, trying not to jolt the nearly unconscious Mustang.
"Awww, come on Riza you should lighten up. AND *hic* I can say what I want, when I want. FREEDOM OF SPEECH! *hic*"
"Sir, how much did you drink?"
"OnLy fIvE sHotS." Mustang giggles in the back seat.
Hawkeye sighs coming to the realization that Mustang had a grand total of ten shots. The rule she was taught, was take what they say and multiply by two. Mustang would be regretting his alcohol intake later.
The car pulls up to Colonel Mustang's apartment, bumping along on the old road. Hawkeye turns to see Mustang watching her from the backseat. His eyes seem to burn into her. Mustang closes his eyes, his lips are parted, his head lolls to the side. Making sure he stays there, Hawkeye hops out of the car. She makes her way over to Mustang's side and opens the door.
She stumbles back, her body has been thrown to the ground, a weight presses down on her wrists. Hawkeye immediately fights back, She twists and turns trying to throw her assalent off, but they are too strong. They grab her hands and wrench them above her head. The pain of her shoulders suddenly twisting makes her cry out.
"Shhh."
Hawkeye turns her head to face her attacker.
It's Mustang.
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