"Sir! Just what do you think you're doing?" Riza gasps.
"Nothin'." Roy mumbles slouching so that his head rests in the crook of her neck. His breath washing over her skin. His lips ghosting a kiss.
"S-sir! This is inappropriate conduct!" Hawkeye slips her arms down from over her head, and pushes Mustang off of her.
"Aww come on Riza no harm done right?" Mustang sits back on his heels. A lopsided smirk is on plastered on his face. Hawkeye only looks around, nervous that someone saw the Colonel in such an embarrassing situation.
"Sir, I think that it is high time you went to bed." Hawkeye says. Her comment however, is never heard. Mustang is snoring right where he is, still sitting upright. Hawkeye shakes her head, "What am I ever going to do with you?"
Hawkeye hooks one of Mustang's arms over her shoulders, and stands up. After making sure the vehicle they were in is locked up, she makes her way to Mustang's front door. She has to rummage through his pockets, searching for the house key. Hawkeye finally locates it and fits it in the lock. The door swings open letting her (and the dead weight on her shoulder) into the house.
The living space appears shockingly clean… Until you realize that everything is covered in a thick layer of dust. Hawkeye finds a light and drags Mustang to his room. His bedroom is (surprisingly) not covered in a layer of dust, it is, however, a mess. Clothes are scattered all over, a huge mirror is propped up against the wall, and his bed, if it can be called that, is a pile of sheets, blankets, and pillows.
Hawkeye maneuvers Mustang into his bed, letting him drop and tumble into the sheets. Not willing to leave quite yet, for reasons unbeknownst to herself, Hawkeye goes to his bathroom and searches for a bottle of headache pills. She retrieves them and gets a glass of water. She sets them down by Mustang's bedside table, and feeling her work here is done turns to leave.
A hand snakes out from the bed and latches onto her wrist.
"Why won't you stay?" Mustang's face surfaces out of the sea of blankets. "Please?"
"Is that an order, Sir?" Hawkeye replies.
"I don't know."
Hawkeye doesn't know how to respond, so she grabs a chair and sits down, willing to keep watch.
"Thank you Riza *hic*. You are a nice girl. Although," Mustang murmurs, "I suppose I can't call you a girl anymore, can I? No sir-e you are now a young lady. AND a beautiful one at that." After this announcement Mustang attempts a whistle, except the great Colonel Roy Mustang apparently cannot whistle when he is intoxicated.
"Well, anything for you sir."