A/N: I really love this.
Roy's grip tightened on the glass. His head throbbed. He opened his eyes and laughed to himself. He was still at the bar and insanely drunk. He managed to lift his head to take another drink. He couldn't remember why he was drinking in the first place. He ran through some ideas in his mind. He couldn't even think of one. His head hurt too much. He closed his eyes again.
-----xXx-----
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He opened one eye. He smiled. It was Riza.
"I must be having one of those dreams again," he mumbled.
"Oh, Colonel," Riza sighed. Roy saw pity in her eyes. He felt her helping him stand. He realized that he wasn't dreaming because Riza was still in military uniform not in the outfits he dreamed her in. As soon as she had him standing on his feet, he felt light-headed and weak in the knees. He stared at Riza.
"Wha-Riza?" he tried to speak. It wasn't what he wanted to say. She looked at him and smiled gently.
"Yes sir. I'm here," she said. He sighed: Oh yeah that's right.
-----xXx-----
Riza managed to walk him outside. He grabbed her shoulder.
"I can manage from here," he said and started to walk. He stumbled and fell. Riza ran to his side. He smiled again.
"Let's get you home sir," she said and helped him up.
She tried to support him while she tried to open his door. He stood up straight and stopped leaning against her.
"Sir?" Riza asked. She reached up to touch him but he grabbed her hand. He was starting to become aware of what was going on.
"Riza..." He looked at her. She smiled, eyes full of pity.
"What is it sir?" she asked him. He kissed her. She let him. They could pretend for tonight, couldn't they? In the morning they would forget or try to.
He was drunk.
She was drunkenly in love.
They could let this happen.
They wanted to let it happen.
Just for a night they could be in love.