I'm back with another chapter of this! =D So, I hope I do good with this bet since a bunch of you wanted a Riza bet, I shall make a Riza bet! MWHAHAHAHAHAH. Also, yesterday was weird for driving through Milwaukee. Someone was wearing a kilt around for no reason. Let the random people rule the world!

Warning: Nosebleeds will occur during this chapter due to Hawkeye-ness

The Bet

"Mustang's Dream come True"

After Edward had weeded Breda and Havoc out of Xing and thoroughly kicked their asses before he went to go find more leads on the stone. The 'Elric' Disease had decreased after a year as the state alchemist went through his list, checking it twice, and surprisingly the Furer only laughed when told of the revenge list.

The office of Colonel Roy Mustang had kept quiet about their bets, unanimously agreeing that bets about the Fullmetal Alchemist were lethal. However today was a great day for the men of Central for their promised day had arrived. Mustang's vision was about to come drool and many nosebleeds would soon commence.

"Here is your paperwork sir."

"Is my bill in there?"

"No, I took it out sir."

"Why?!" His groan was nothing short of a whine and Mustang's men perked up.

"What's up with the Colonel?" Breda asked and Falman looked over his stack of paperwork.

"I believe the Colonel attempted to bass a bill on the female dress code."

This immediately had Havoc grinning ear to ear.

"Didn't he want to make all women wear miniskirts?"

"Why yes, yes he did."

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"Why did you take it out Riza?!"

"It is demeaning to women sir and frankly I do not believe that men would be able to concentrate at all."

"We can concentrate! I think that you just don't want to wear a miniskirt."

"It's a mixture of both sir."

"Well, I bet you can't last a week having to come to work in a miniskirt without shooting any men. If I win, you have to let me sent the bill to the Furer."

The men's ears perked at the words 'bet' AND 'miniskirt' and Falman quietly pulled out the new and improved betting notebook.

"Sir, as much as I disapprove of these bets………..I accept."

The jaws dropped in unison in the room, did Hawkeye just agree to that?!

"However, if I win then you will stop your pitiful attempts at trying to pass that bill and you have to wear a miniskirt for a day."

"Done."

And the betting soon commenced.

-The next Monday-

The men in Mustang's office arrived early, some such as Havoc had brought cameras as well, in anticipation of Hawkeye's new wardrobe. Rumors had leaked out through the headquarters of Central and men stood by the doorways to the building while the women of Central felt immense support for Hawkeye and promised each other to beat the shit out of the men who dared to cross the sniper.

It was 8 am when headquarters was bathed in blood from the hundreds of men who fell prey to the nosebleeds. The clacking of heels alerted the men of Colonel Mustang's office to the female co-worker and Havoc readied his camera. As the door opened numerous things happened: Fuery fainted, Falman blushed and looked down steadily, Breda began drooling, Havoc snapped as many pictures as he possibly could, and Mustang immediately loved this bet even if there was a possibility he could lose.

The fact was, Riza Hawkeye looked stunning and the falling and nose bleeding men just was proof of that. She, however, felt stupid for even agreeing to this however if she could survive a week of this would make a statement about the sexist ideas of the pigheaded men in the military and women would not have to wear the damn miniskirts men were so addicted to.

The men got their work done, well as long as she was sitting down. However, she had to move her desk so they could concentrate if one of them sat next to her. Overall, she actually did not feel the need to shoot the hell out of her co-workers until she was nearly pushed over the edge by Havoc taking so many pictures. Damn perverts.

-Wednesday-

Riza had stuck to her female companions this week during lunch and whenever she was not in the office. She was fine if the men in her own office asked like perverted and immature idiots, however the fact that all of the men now tried to see her it was pushing it. She stuck to her side of the bet, not using her gun to kill the damn hormonal men but thanks to her female companions she never had to worry about it. 3 men ended up in the hospital and 14 ended up in therapy from 'scary ass women'.

-Thursday-

"You know she's probably going to win this one boss."

"I know Havoc."

"Then why'd you do it?"

"Hawkeye in a miniskirt for a week. Either if she won or not, we still have at least one female officer in a miniskirt."

"Well played sir, well played."

-Friday-

It wasn't surprising that the amount of bets from each side were spilt down the middle. All of the men sided with Mustang, and all of the female population sided with Hawkeye with the exception of Fuery who sided with the sniper.

It was safe to say that the women and Fuery all had a lot of extra money with the exception of Havoc. He was smart in making copies of the pictures and selling them before every copy mysteriously disappeared.

The photos that did remain of any miniskirts was from the next Monday when Colonel Mustang showed up to work wearing a miniskirt. His face stayed a constant shade of cherry and he kept muttering about it being worth it. However, that mood was shattered when the Fullmetal showed up at HQ that day.

Well, did you guys like it? Also, I've been listening to a band called the 'Flogging Molly' while writing this. LISTEN TO THEIR MUSIC! It's an awesome Irish band and I love their music!