He let Riza in and he left to his own bedroom. Riza sat on his sofa, it was soft and very luxurious. His walls were a pale brown and it felt plain, yet it had a homey touch. His floor was made of carpet, a dark blue with black diamond shapes. He only had two pictures hanging, one was abstracted, yet it resembled a lonely women looking out to sea, the other was assuming to be a picture of his family. She could hear the tick tock of his clock, and the minutes began to seep by. She knocked on his door, and out came a quite dashing man. He wore a button up collared shirt, that was a lavender color, and black slacks. He combed his hair back, and he looked completely different.

"Wow, you look very handsome Havoc. . ." Riza said with almost a whisper to it.

"Thanks, I was thinking about what you told me, and what the Colonel told me, and well. . . I decided your right, and well. . . I dressed up."

She chuckled," Well, I'm very impressed."

He held out his arm,"Shall we?"

Riza was glad she was able to pull Havoc out of his little depressed state, after all whats dinner with someone who's unwilling to talk? On their way there, they happened to be complimented by a few old folks," My don't you two make a cute couple. Isn't that right dearie?" an old women asks her husband," Whats that? Oh yes, yes quite cute."

The old women smiled," Well, I wish you two the best of luck. Good day" she grabbed her husbands arm, and off they went. Havoc and Hawkeye looked at each other and laughed. It seems that this day would turn out nice after all. They arrived at the restaurant and it stood up to its reputation.

It was huge, and a live orchestra was playing for its guests. The floor was a delicate pearl color, with a pale reddish color for the walls. The tables were covered in a white cloth and black napkins. The guests were dressed in semi to formal gowns, and the men were dressed in tuxedos, or a nice collared shirt.

"Good thing we changed." Havoc laughed.

"Good evening. A table for two?" the host asked.

"Yes, that would be nice." smiled Hawkeye.

"Please follow me, I've never seen such an adorable couple before."

Riza could feel herself blushing, did her and Havoc really make that cute of a couple? 'I can't believe I was waiting so long on the Colonel. . . I guess I can do a lot better than him.'

"Can I get you two anything to drink?" the host asked as he showed them their table.

"A bottle of wine please, that would do nicely." Havoc smiled.

"Certainly, and which would you prefer? We have Franz, White Zinfandel, and Alma den."

"The Alma den."

"Lovely. Here are your menus, I will be back shortly with your drinks, and I'll take your orders." The host smiled and walked off.

"Well, order anything you like Riza. I'll treat." Jean smiled.

"Thank you for this evening tonight Jean. . ."

"Heh, don't mention it. You deserve it, I mean. . . you work so hard, and no one ever thanks you for it."

She smiled warmly, and Havoc returned the smile. They opened their menus, and began looking for a meal that seemed appetizing. It was getting close to winter time, and the weather today had made it pretty chilly. The band began to ask for some tables in the middle of the restaurant to move, as a dance was getting ready to take place.

"And are we ready?" the waiter returned, and placed a chilled bottle of wine down, with two glasses.

"Yes, I'll have the Caesar salad, with a small bowl of Clam Chowder." Riza said as she handed her menu to the waiter.

"And you sir?"

"Yeah, I'll have the steak, with a side order of vegetables."

"Thank you." the waiter took the menus and walked off.

Havoc poured wine for the two of them, and as their meals came the two began to strike up interesting conversations. They talked about what made them first join the military and how training had gone. Another conversation about the Colonels pompous ass, and they enjoyed a good laugh about he would most likely end up alone and bald. Another cup of wine had made 4 glasses to the both of them, and both were beginning to feel extremely relaxed and warm. They began to divulge into deeper conversations, about dramatic events in their life, or the horrors they had seen during their military battles. Dates that had gone wrong, crushes, and broken hearts. Another cup. 5 cups. A romantic song came on, and Havoc and Riza began to feel as if there might be some slight connection between them.

"Hey Riza, would you like to dance?" Havoc stood and gave out his hand to her," Come on, I know you can do it."

Riza chuckled nervously," I'm afraid I'm not much of a dancer. . ." she hesitated as she put her palm in his. Havoc smiled, and pulled her up. The wine had slightly thrown off her balance, and she stumbled into his arms.

Jean laughed as the wine was beginning to affect him as well," Here I'll show you how. . ." He wrapped a hand around her waist, and the other held her hand. Instinctively, Riza put her hand on his shoulder, and smiled.

They started off slowly, as Riza tried to match his steps. ' Does he always treat women this way?' she wondered,' If that's the case, then why is he so bad with them. . . This is wonderful. . . I've never felt this way before. . .'

The song finished, and was replaced with a faster paced song," Lets try this one too!" Havoc laughed. Riza joined in, and they danced around the floor, as she was finally loosening up and getting the hang of dancing.

They laughed as they took seats, and Jean poured another glass of wine," That was great."

"Yes that was. . . I never knew I could move that way before." she chuckled.

They finished the bottle, and paid their ticket. On their way home, Riza and Havoc took turns stumbling and laughing as one tried to balance the other. They each found each others hands wandering, and finding the correct holding. Riza would now and than feel herself blush as his hands accidentally brushed against her bum, or her lower back. Either the wine was letting her feel fine enough to let him touch her, or she really didn't care that he was.

"Well, I'll walk you home." Jean offered.

"Thanks, but I'm perfectly capable of walking myself, though it looks like you could use some help." she joked.

They continued to stumble, and still they had many conversations to keep them occupied, until they finally reached Havoc's house,"Well, here we -" Riza's sentence was cut off as Jean lurched forward and began to kiss her deeply.

She felt her heart begin to beat faster, and she didn't know whether to slap, or kiss him back. Her hand slightly hovered towards her pistol, but she dropped her hand and began to kiss him. He wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled her even closer into the kiss, as she put her hands on his face. Somehow they got the door open, without either one noticing. They began to cop each other, as they inched closer and closer to his king sized sofa. It was a futon, and it opened up to a surprisingly luxorious bed. It was soft, and she laid down as Havoc crawled on top of her, and began to kiss her neck and chest.

She felt his hands wander, and she shuddered, as it had been a long while since she had last been touched. Havoc looked her in her eyes, and they both smiled. A smile of drunken euphoria, and yet, they both knew deep inside they wanted each other. . .