Okay. While I'm waiting for people to review my other story, I made this.
"Ow!" Roy Mustang gingerly touched the bump. "Did you really have to hit me with your right hand, Edward?"
The blond shrugged. "I was losing. So I hit you with my right."
"It's just sparring! Besides, you said you'd only use your automail for self defense!" Mustang retorted.
Edward smirked at her raven haired friend. "But I did want to win fifty times, Mustang. Which means that you lose the bet! And that you have to buy me lunch and take me back to the dorms."
Mustang snorted. "As if. You don't even have proof-"
Don't get so cocky, Ed. You'd never win against me.
Just say it, idiot.
Fine. You're on. But get ready to eat your words when I kick your ass.
"You recorded it? What the heck?" Mustang stared unbelievingly at the recorder in Edward's hand.
"Mm-hmm. The proof is all here. And if you don't do it, I'll show everyone this!" She flashed a picture of Mustang sleeping...wearing ducky pajamas!
"How did you get that? Oh, wait, it was from Havoc, wasn't it?" Mustang turned beet red.
"Who else? He's your roommate, after all," Edward smirked again.
"Okay, okay, fine. You win. I'll treat you to lunch. Now help me up, or neither of us will eat," He tugged on the hem of her tank top.
Mustang sighed as he counted out the bills. He just couldn't figure out his friend. she would always manage to win the bets an make him pay for it, even though she had a lot of money. But she never had him pay for more than ten dollars, unlike the girls he actually took out, who made him pay for everything. Total money wasted? Thirty dollars.
"Oh, by the way, where's your brother?" Mustang asked as they got into his car.
"Al? I think He's with Mei again. They're either going out or studying."
"He's been spending almost every free minute he has with her. Think you've been replaced?"
"Just shut up, bastard."
"No wonder you've been sparring with me for the past few weeks." He continued.
"Like I'd go out with you otherwise."
"So this is a date?" Mustang watched her out of that corner of his eye. Was she... blushing?
"No! I'd didn't mean go out, like go out, I meant-"
Yeah. She was definitely blushing.
"I was just messing with you a little."
"Don't say small!"
"I didn't mean you!"
"Yeah, sure."
"So you're admitting you're small?"
"I didn't say that! Just drive, Mustang."
"I have half a mind to throw you out," He warned.
"You wouldn't dare!" Edward threatened.
"You know me all too well."
