Beer glasses clinked together, drunks sang and complained, and this was all the damn colonal's fault. If he hadn't started this, then maybe Ed could have been sleeping peacefully at home. But of course, he did. He threw a fucking party. And everyone was getting drunk and spilling secrets. The weirdest part was that even Hawkeye was drunk. Who knew she could even do that?

"Com'mon Eddie, take a sip!" a very annoying Hawkeye nagged.

Eddie? Did she just call him Eddie? 'I will kill that man later.' rung in his head.

"No, you're drunk. You're a perfect example of why I won't drink." Ed shot back, hoping she'd just scatter away.

"Oh I see, you're underage right? I always thought you were a kid, but now I know." Hawkeye had gotten on his nerves now.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT A CUP OF BEER WOULD DROWN HIM IF IT WAS POURED ON HIM?!"

"So, does that mean you're up for the challenge? All you have to do is drink 10 bears~" Hawkeye had got him now, she knew he'd say yes. After all, this was Ed. Calling him short or a kid was the best way to get him to do things he didn't want to do.

"HELL YEAH!"

•~-.-~•

"Giving up already?" Hawkeye asked. Ed had drinken so much he could barely think straight anymore. But it wasn't like she expected an answer. After all, she was pushing Ed into the croud of drunken military dogs. 'What is wrong with that woman?' popped into his head. When he found the colonal, he might actually kill him.

"Hey, Fullmetal." a familiar voice had said. He knew that voice very well. Roy Mustang. What's that old saying? Speak of the devil and he appears? Yeah, he had summoned a devil.

"What's up asshole?" Ed snarled.

The first thing Mustang had noticed was that Ed was losing his balance. Then the untied tie, red face, and confused yet angry expression. 'Oh you have got to be kidding me.' was what he thought at that exact moment.

"Just because you're hot, and handsome, and cool doesn't mean that you can get away with this!" Ed yelled. Get away with what? It's not like he was... 'Wait, did Edward just call me...'

"What did you just say?" The black-haired man asked firmly.

Ed blushed. "I mean, I, er... uh!" he stuttered. Woah. By now lots of guests were staring. What was wrong with him?! Why did he say that to the colonal?! "I just think you're... cute, a-a-and I... really, r-really admire you!" Mustang blushed deeply. Honestly, everyone thought Ed was the cute one in this situation. After he had said it, Ed was fidgeting and shifting his eyes away from Mustang. However, the said man was staring directly at Ed, still shocked. Finally he regained his sanity. But, it was broken as soon as Ed pushed Mustang onto the ground, hopped onto him, grabbed his collar, and kissed him straight on the lips. WOAH!

Even more shock came over him when Ed inserted his tounge in. At this point, the colonal started fighting back a bit. He put his hands around Ed's waist, and moved his tounge around. An "Mmph!" escaped Ed's lips as he did this. The colonal was the one to break the kiss.

"Hey, Edward." He started. This was the first time he had ever called Ed by his name. "Truth or dare?"

The croud looked at the man like he was some idiot. "W-Why?" Ed stuttered.

"Just fucking answer it!"

"O...kay, dare...?" Ed questioned.

"I dare you to come to my room after the party."