AN: Last episode we ended on a tense note between Roy and Riza and now- ah, I can't do it... something funny's bound to happen so let's wait and see, shall we?

"I think that I would like for you to kiss me!" Said Mustang with an air of bravado. He pulled out a rose and did the wiggly eyebrow thing that creepers do. (Well, it COULD happen.)

Hawkeye looked at Roy for a long time. Then she grinned. "Would you like me to do that with or without your subordinates watching?" She laughed.

The Colonel turned around and found that everyone was standing behind him. And from their smiles, they had probably just seen the eyebrow thing. Time to save face.

"Ahem, erm, ah, Hawkeye we need to work on that scene for the ummm... play, yes! That play with the scene that goes like that! The one called, ah, A Dramatic Rose! That one!" The Colonel finally fixed on the least embarrassing alternative.

Hawkeye rolled her eyes and then she was struck by a thought. She grinned and winked at the team, Ed and Al.

"So, in that case then Colonel, you don't want to rehearse that scene with me?" She asked him. Colonel Mustang blushed. You heard it here first ladies and gents! He blushed! A fiery red that rivalled his gloves.

Hawkeye didn't want to completely destroy her fearless leader's ego. Rather, she didn't want much. So she took pity on the poor guy and kissed him on the cheek.

Now, most people would say that Colonel Roy Mustang didn't know how to smile, that he was an emotionless rock. These people are all liars and you shouldn't listen to them. Seriously, don't.

Because, after he was kissed by Hawkeye, Mustang fainted. No joke. He kinda floated to the ground like a brick. You've seen it before. Don't tell me you haven't, cause you have.

As Al tried to revive Mustang the team and Ed (led by Havoc) badgered Hawkeye about what they had missed, and what was up with that? Hawkeye wouldn't answer anything.

"Why don't you go pester Mustang? I'm making lunch and I still have to plan tomorrow's activities!" She said after about an hour of this.

"Cause you knocked him out, that's why!"

"I did, didn't I?" Hawkeye smiled to herself. And, since that's not usually what you do after you've knocked someone out, the others backed away slowly. Well, slow as you can be when confronted by a scary woman with a gun.

Armstrong, Falman and Fuery felt that they had been left out long enough and that they were going to do something important! However, since the author already had a game plan, they were stuck playing cards.

"Got any aces, Hawkeye?" Asked Falman. Her answer was not long in coming.

BAM.

There was now a large, smoking hole in the deck of cards. Everyone looked at the hole, looked at Hawkeye, who hadn't so much as moved a muscle and then looked back at the hole. There was but one thought on everyone's minds.

"How do you do that?" Asked Breda, putting everyone's thoughts into words. Hawkeye snickered. "A magician never reveals her secrets, and anyway, it's ever so much funnier this way." Hawkeye said, grinning as everyone's faces fell.

It was then that Mustang woke up. "What I miss?" He asked groggily. Since no one gave him an answer he shrugged and got up. He looked around for the box containing his second best gloves. However, he couldn't see it.

In fact, he didn't see it till it came flying at his face. Hawkeye had kicked it so fast that no one but her and the author had seen it coming.

But something unforeseen happened. Nature decided to be mean and let Mustang dodge. He executed an epic matrix-style ducking method and swerved to avoid the box while at the same time catching it. Epic.

In fact, Nature was so mean that it even let the Colonel have BACKGROUND music, and not just cool, afternoon music, awesome battle music. So unfair.

As if to make up for this lapse in judgement Mustang then tripped on the tiny orchestra in front of him. They disappeared and the team sniggered.

But they weren't laughing for long. Oh, no. Hawkeye glared them all into submission and announced what fun game they would be playing next.

"We will playing Truth-Or-Dare." She declared. The team groaned. "But that's for girls! Let's play Would-You-Rather!" Havoc demanded. Hawkeye sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're going to play and if you say it's for girls again I may have to slap you. Let's not forget your code name is Jacqueline." Hawkeye said gritting her teeth.

Havoc glared silently but didn't object further. So they settled into a circle. "Who wants to start?" Asked Hawkeye in her sweetest 'Volunteer or Else' tone of voice.

Al tentatively raised his hand. Hawkeye beamed at him and signalled for him to begin. "Ed, truth or dare?" Asked Al. "Eh? Oh, truth, I guess..." Ed replied. "Are you and Winry going out?" Asked Al naively. "Erm, ah, well, I uh, yeah." Ed stuttered, blushing bright red. Mustang laughed.

Ed turned on him, ears turning red. "Colonel! Truth or Dare?" Ed wanted to know. Roy didn't seem to know what to do. "So may choices so little time?" He said hopefully. "Just pick one!" Cried the rest of them. "Hey! Isn't it lunch time?" Mustang pointed out, still hopeful. "GET ON WITH IT!" The team roared.

"Fine then, don't have to be so pithy (look it up) about it. I pick, um, dare." He finally ventured. The Fullmetal Alchemist smiled, an evil smile, a creepy smile (Hey. Didn't we go through this with Hawkeye? Thought so. Let's just skip to the question.)

"I dare you to go wear a miniskirt and halter top all of tomorrow and they must be pink. You must do so wearing makeup." Ed triumphantly finished. Mustang groaned.

"Havoc, truth or dare?" Mustang asked glumly. Seeing this, Havoc went out on a limb. "Dare?" He asked hesitantly. "You're going to be dressed as a vampire tomorrow then, cloak, makeup, fangs, everything." Mustang said, perking up a bit.

Havoc then took out his anger at this injustice by turning on Breda, who turned on Fuery and eventually, we end up with Falman asking Hawkeye "Truth or dare?" Hawkeye looked at their expectant faces. "Well, you'll all be wearing skirts tomorrow so I'm not saying dare... guess it's truth then." She stated calmly. Falman glanced around and everyone shared a look.

"How much do you like the Colonel?"

AN: Ha! I think I've figured this out! Just have to give you a bit of a cliffhanger and you keep reading. I'm evil. :) Remember, reviews are the Pop to my Corn so keep 'em coming!