prompt: "pls quench my thirst. pls."
pairing: royai
characters: riza hawkeye, roy mustang, rebecca catalina
Roy would love to say that this night was going well – and it had been, until Catalina had conveniently 'found them' at his aunt's bar and invited herself to spend the rest of the night with him and Riza. It had only taken half a bottle of Drachman wódka for the two of them to get drunk, and he was a little angry at Rebecca for ruining one of the few 'date nights' he could have with Riza. His relationship with the woman had always been a bit catty, but it didn't help that she was always trying to nick Riza away for a girl's night – but this was the icing on the cake. She had never been quite so blatant before but Roy was inebriated enough to know that if he didn't call it quits now he was going to say something rude (but completely true) and then he'd be left with a drunk and angry Riza, and he didn't like his chances of surviving that.
He slipped out of the booth and made some comment about paying the tab and Riza made a noise of discontentment, leaning further onto Rebecca's shoulder as she pouted at him.
"Can't we stay a bit longer?" she asked, trying her best not to laugh as Rebecca's hand snaked around her shoulder and settled over her bare chest. Roy wanted to laugh at the audacity of the situation – he generally wasn't the jealous sort of guy – but he was tired and unwilling to pick a fight.
He shook his head. "I think you've had enough, Riza," he replied. "We should call it a night."
"How sexist of you Mustang," Rebecca commented, leaning forward slightly. "I think we can decide for ourselves what we want to do." She turned to Riza and cocked her head to the side. "Right?"
Riza looked at her for a moment, the barest hint of a frown beginning between her eyebrows before she shook her head and carefully extracted herself from Rebecca's arm.
"Nah, he's got a point 'Becca. Besides, you said you have an early train to catch tomorrow – and I'm sleepy." She held out her hand and Roy grasped it on instinct, pulling her out of the booth. Riza stumbled a little as she came to her feet, leaning against Roy as she smoothed down her skirt.
"Do you need a taxi home?" she asked as Rebecca handed her trenchcoat over. Rebecca shook her head.
"I'm fine, Riza – could do with the walk anyway." Her eyes flicked over to Roy's and she ducked her head before laughing quietly to herself. "Don't worry about the tab, sir," she said, running a hand through her hair. "I'll cover it. You kids go have fun for me."
Roy felt a hand slip behind his waistcoat and nails scraping against the fabric covering his lower back.
"Of course, 'Becca."