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"You been runnin all over town now
Oh I guess I have to put your flat feet
On the ground" --Wilson Pickett
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Roy Mustang studied the woman before him. Attractive, svelte figure, and obviously very interested in the military.
Perhaps study had been too strong a word. He absently fished in his mind for her name but caught nothing in the shallow waters contained therein. He doubted she would notice.
He would take her home and he would fuck her, because it was enjoyable, because she was beautiful, and because he was a ladies' man. Presently though he stifled a sigh, attention wandering from her fervent attempts to exert her feminine charms.
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Jean Havoc itched. Every breath he took that wasn't filled with rich acrid smoke was making his head spin. It didn't help that he could clearly smell it on his jacket, and everywhere else for that matter. Currently everything smelled of cigarettes and every second the world was enjoying this pleasure without him was agonizing.
Beside him Riza Hawkeye also itched. Although, it was concentrated mainly in her right hand, which, from time to time, twitched while suspended over a loaded pistol.
A distance away Mustang continued his conversation with the woman. He paused now and then to lean and whisper something in her ear, presumably to be heard over the din of the bar scene, causing her to respond with a light touch on his arm and a teasing reply. He at least kept a cool exterior; the woman, however, looked seconds away from jumping him in the middle of the room, right now, in front of all his subordinate officers.
"Who's she?" Havoc said carelessly, trying to draw some conversation out of Hawkeye.
She took a deep breath and relaxed her frame, leaning in what she hoped was an indifferent manner on the counter. I can't shoot them -- the bar is far too populated.
"Wasn't she talking to you earlier?"
Havoc flinched visibly, then straightened, and finally replied in a resigned tone, "I should've known better than to try to pick up a girl with the Colonel in the area."
"Havoc, he doesn't even need to be in the area," she stated flatly.
Unable to contend with the statement he took to nursing his drink, no longer concerned with entertaining the First Lieutenant.
Riza sized up the woman and grudgingly admitted that she was dressed tastefully, her skirt fell to her knees and her blouse was a modest fit with a hue that lit up her cheerful face. Somehow that only made the lust in her gaze a little harder for Riza to deal with. This woman is not a bad person, your resentment is irrational.
She stared at them a moment longer before turning to the bartender resolutely, every intention of having a good time and getting smashed. After all, it seems like Mustang is having a -very- good time."Excuse me I'll have a-," she stopped and the man, in his thirties with a large stain on his shirt and understanding eyes, regarded her curiously. She wondered suddenly how many customers he had seen drown their problems in alcohol only to have them resurface painfully the next morning with a piercing headache and light sensitivity. He waited expectantly, poised over the many beverages, glass in hand. Her heart sunk and she lost her nerve. She lowered her voice and continued, "-a water, please."
It was a stupid idea. She didn't even like drinking; she didn't enjoy the haze and the lack of judgment. If I was drunk I'd probably shoot Mustang.
Besides, she most certainly didn't like hangovers; they all had work tomorrow. She couldn't just blow off her responsibilities. Unlike some peopleā¦
Unbeknownst to her, a concerned Kain Fuery had watched the entire exchange, ending in her bitterly staring off into space. What ever she was considering, he was more than relieved she missed the Colonel exit the bar, his arm draped around the woman's shoulder.
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Odd that even as she worked on his belt buckle his hormones couldn't keep his mind from wandering. Absent mindedly Roy brushed her hands away and accomplished the task himself, his pants joining the rapidly accumulating pile of clothes at the foot of the bed.
He may have smirked at her, said something clever, but she didn't notice the smile was only outward, the words hollow, and his gaze anywhere but in her eyes.
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28/4/06: minor grammatical change due to the wisdom of a reviewer.
Enjoy (if you see fit). Please R&R or updates will be few and far between.
