Disclaimer: I don't own FMA
Riza stood at the bar, a small plastic cup filled with red wine in her hand. She gazed at the large Christmas tree in the middle of the room, sipping her drink occasionally.
"Lieutenant," A voice said.
Riza turned slowly, cautious of the long train of her dress. She raised her hand and saluted. "Colonel."
"You should join in the fun. Everyone's…" His nose wrinkled in distaste. "Dancing."
The Lieutenant shook her head. "Not my thing. And last time I checked, Colonel, not your thing either."
"Roy," He said.
"Huh?" Riza looked up, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"It's a party, we're not working; you can call me Roy."
"It's not a matter of work, Colonel."
"It's Christmas," he said quietly. "The least you could do is call me by my name. Consider it a… small present of sorts."
Just as Riza was about to answer a loud hoot from across the room caught her attention. "Colonel!" Havoc yelled. "Follow Christmas traditions!"
"What are you talking about Havoc?" Roy's reply was cool and calm.
"Mistletoe!" Falman shouted, pointing above his head.
"Kiss her!" A loud chant started across the room, making the First Lieutenant blush.
"I'll just – " She started but was cut off by a kiss.
When they had finished, loud cheers and wolf whistles filled the room.
"I'll see you in the office tomorrow… Roy."
He smiled.