Roy sighed heavily, sitting in the chair at his late best friend's desk. He had been the one charged with cleaning out the desk and sorting through the belongings of Brigadier General Maes Hughes. He had no idea why he had been given this job. Everyone at Eastern Command knew how close he was to the deceased soldier and could at least guess how hard this was for him.
Most of the things had been packed into boxes. All the framed family pictures, other items like spare glasses and a camera, war medals, and the photos found in the pocket of Maes' uniform had been boxed up to give to Gracia, and his knives had been repurposed to another soldier. The Flame Alchemist looked to the box holding his friend and comrade's personal items thoughtfully. He decided he'd wrap the box and put a bow or something on it before he gave it to it's unfortunate recipient. It was the least he could do for a friend, and it'd be nice to just try to make the widow and her daughter smile.
Roy sighed and looked down at the desk. "Only one more." By that, he meant that he had ripped out and pillaged through every drawer in the desk except for the aforementioned remaining one. As he opened the final drawer something in his mind told him to be more careful and observant with the contents of this last drawer, even though he had already treated everything else as if it was made of a compound of eggshells and butterfly wings. The Mustang made the odd decision to listen to that little brain-voice. It was odd because he usually didn't. Maes (if he was alive) or Jean could confirm that with one of the many tales they had about Roy's (often drunken) escapades.
Roy slowly picked at the things in the drawer. Dog biscuits Roy presumed he had for Black Hayate, candy for when Elysia visited the office, house keys, car keys, takeout menus, a few goofy sketches, a few actually decent sketches, and... A reel of film.
Curious, the Colonel turned Janitor picked up the film reel carefully, wiping off the dust and crumbs of dog biscuit. He read the label on the item aloud, instantly able to read what most people considered Maes' unreadable chicken scratch he called handwriting. "The Highschool Camping Trip from Hell." Roy instantly knew what the tape was and paled, not knowing whether to laugh hysterically or scream in terror, so he did both.
Riza was peacefully having coffee with a few colleagues when she heard a noise that sounded akin to an ostrich being strangled. She gave Jean one look and both slammed down their coffee mugs and ran towards the noise, slamming through the doors and into Brigadier General Maes Hughes' office, both immediately spotting the 'strangled ostrich'. "Colonel!" Riza exclaimed, going to Roy's side with Jean on her heels. "What's wrong?! Are you in need of medical assistance?!" Roy shook his head and pointed with a shaking finger, his face white as a sheet. Both the First and Second Lieutenant looked.
"HE KEPT THAT?!" Jean wailed, shocked.
Even Riza looked slightly surprised. "I forgot he even filmed it."
As he got over the shock of what he had just witnessed, Jean Havoc's face was plastered with an almost evil grin. "Let's watch it!"
"NO!" Horse and Hawk exclaimed at the same time. "Do you want to torture yourself with the memories?!"
Jean just shrugged. "I know it was awful at the time, but who knows? Maybe now we can look back on better times and laugh. We certainly need it at a time like this." Roy and Riza silently nodded in agreement. Jean smiled. "It's settled then! I'll pick up the other girls and we'll watch this thing at my place."
That night, Roy, Riza, Jean, Rebecca, and Gracia (who had gotten a babysitter for Elysia) all settled in Jean's filthy apartment to relive the glory days. Roy had dug up a projector from God knows where, and had made some burnt popcorn via alchemy. He sighed. "Lights...camera...action!"