The blonde headed woman trudged through the snow. It was mid winter, and Central had been blanketed with an entire fleet of snow, turning noses red and making bodies shiver.

Riza stepped into a nearby building. She shrugged some snow off of her shoulders as she removed her coat, letting the warm heaters defrost her body from the winter land that formed outside.

As she draped her coat over her arm, she concentrated on it for a moment, watching the small flakes of snow dissolve in a matter of seconds. Soon after, she directed her gaze to the bar in which she found a black haired man, hunched over the table, a glass of some time of alcohol in his hand.

She sighed as she stepped closer to him. The dim lighting around the place led to such an eerie, yet calming and solidified feeling.

"Colonel," she began, "you really shouldn't come here and drink so much." Riza looked at him for a moment, it was strange to think the man, who still acts as a child, was sitting there, more than likely drunk, was actually her superior. Then again, Riza acted like that little voice of reason inside his head whenever he became well, to emotionally caught up or just was being ridiculous.

Roy groaned a bit. He attempted to lift his head but realized he would have rather not. He looked at the golden color reflecting in his glass. The dim lighting made it shine ever so slightly, just enough to really leave a glimpse of a reflection.

"Are you drunk again?" Riza asked. She continued to stand behind him, waiting for Roy to turn around and face her.

He sighed and sat up, swirling the chair around to meet her gaze. "No, I am not. But I wish I was."

She gave him a rather odd look, "Sir?"

The Flame Alchemist gazed at her for a moment before he tapped the seat next to him, motioning for her to sit down.

Riza took the sign and sat down next to him. Her back was straight, jacket draped over her lap, hands folded neatly atop her jacket. Roy looked at her rather oddly as he noticed the contrast between her proper exterior and his slouched, pathetic one.

"Lieutenant," he sighed, "there are no military officials here…besides," he swirled his drink a bit in his hand, "you're not on the clock. I won't be reporting you for relaxing."

She stared at him with her brown eyes for a good long while. She felt rather, well ridiculous as she slowly relaxed her shoulders, bringing her hands up towards the bar top. Never before had she really been so, well non-proper around the guy. Her whole life she was always seen as something of a better figure, it just seemed odd to slack even the tiniest bit.

"So sir…" she began.

"Riza, you can call me Roy." he interrupted.

"Uh-" Riza stopped for a moment. It was another odd thing to her. In every situation it was either, 'Mustang, sir, colonel, or Mr. Mustang.' She coughed a bit and began, "So Roy…" the sound of it seemed to leave a bad taste in her mouth, "why are you trying to drink away your troubles this time?"

Biting his lip, he turned away from Riza. He took a sip of his drink as he tried to contemplate things in his mind.

"It's just…" he started, "It's weird not having a drinking buddy any longer…I almost feel like I have to drink for the both of us now…"

Riza looked at him, her eyes were wide with sorrow. She knew very well that he was referring to the passing of Colonel Hughes. It had been effecting everyone around, but she hadn't realized it took so much of a toll on Mustang as well.

She looked at his dark eyes absorbing the reflections of his drink along with the reflections of pain and sorrow.

The woman bit her lip as she looked away momentarily before an idea popped into her head. "Excuse me." she directed towards the bar tender.

"What'll you have, Miss?" he asked, looking at her.

"A whisky please." she replied.

The bartender fixed her drink and handed it to her, "Enjoy."

She nodded in response and took a drink from the glass. Riza wasn't one to drink much, unlike Roy, her drinks were usually tea and coffee, but this was an exception.

Roy looked over at her with an odd look, "What are you doing?"

"Drinking." she replied with a soft, calming smile.

"I didn't know you drank." he replied, a smirk forming across his lips.

"I don't." she replied, taking another drink while trying to refrain from a bitter face, "But this is a special occasion, so I feel as though I should."

"What occasion?" he asked, laughing a bit.

Riza looked at him with her brown eyes, "You needed someone to drink with, right?" she retorted, "Besides, you look lonely and pathetic sitting by yourself."