So, welcome to my second-ever fanfic. Inspired by a prompt in 'The Writer's Book of Matches', which I stole from my cousin. I know it's short, but this is just the setup and what I could write in gym class. Read. Review. Please.

"I bet that you can't make it an entire week."

"Deal."

Havoc burst out laughing. This was one bet he most defiately could not lose. He had just bet Roy Mustang, Central's most famous womanizer, that he couldn't go an entire week without doing as much as talking to a woman. Finallly, he could win back all the money... and hopefully get a few dates as well.

As Havoc was laughing manically, Roy Mustang was sitting, head in hands (The typical emo-boy pose). 'Why did I take this bet? It'll be the longest dry spell since...' He sighed, thinking about all the dates he'd have to cancel. 'Seriously, a week without any female contact except HAWKEYE? She's barely female. But one week to win even more money from Havoc? I can do that.

"Ok, Chief, you sure you want to do it? There's no backing out." Havoc, who in his laughing fit had swallowed his cigarette, was looking a little green under his gleeful expression.

"Sure. One week. How hard can it be?" Roy said lazily.

"Harder than you think."