A/N: This is a little longer, but for some odd reason it's still short for me? Next chapter will be splendid, I promise. Though, I'm still going to have it continue for another two or three chapters. Then, when this is all finished, I'm hoping to write up some Edward x Winry. The top couples that I see on here are Edward x Roy (not my favorite, to be honest), Edward x Winry, and Roy x Riza. I have a small thought in my head that for some time during training, that Rebecca and Riza were curious for things. Roy and the others though, never quite got into it. Just a small 'head cannon' of mine, if you please.
Warning for slightly sexual scenes, alcohol, strip games, etc etc etc.
Anyways, enjoy the chapter!
12:02
"Lieutenant Colonel," Riza spoke to Mustang. He put down his pen, and looked around to the office that was empty except for the two. He cleared his voice before he spoke.
"Yes, lieutenant?"
"Its time for lunch." Her voice was ice cold. Her blank expression never quivered.
"I see," He started to get up, when he felt a hand stop him. "Lieutenant?" He questioned, she looked down at the floor. It looked like it was spinning, revolving around her. She needed to move.
"It's nothing, sir." She removed her hand, walking towards the door. The mess hall was going to be filled in seconds, she started to hurry. 'But for what?' A small voice asked her inside her head. Her vision suddenly blurred out from the small voice. 'Who?' She questioned in her head. Her superior was running towards her as she fell to her knees, staring up to a vision of a memory. 'The Ishvalan child that I was never able to save' She thought to herself. She blacked out, falling into a darkness.
13:22
Riza awoke in a bed, she looked around. Correction, a hospital bed. She looked over to the tubes in her arm, then to the occupied seat with the lieutenant colonel slouching over in it, head resting by her knees on the covers.
"Roy," she quietly spoke, receiving a light breath inhaling from the awaking man.
"You okay?" He asked with a groggy drowsy eyes, yawning.
"Yes, I'm fine." She looked to the tubes in her arms once more.
Roy looked up at her, "You passed out, Riza. When was the last time you ate anything?" A doctor came into the room, already knowing the answer apparently, "We have it accounted that you must have eaten something last night, but nothing this morning, correct?" She nodded slowly, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion to the many things connected to her. She's been in the hospital a few times, but the last time was so long ago they've changed a numerous amount of things. Something still felt 'off' to her, though.
"This connects you to a feeding circuit, this one links you so your blood levels are regulated. Would you like some of the food from the lounge? We can have something cooked for you, lieutenant." The woman smiled, "Also, we removed your .45 calibers, but don't worry, they are in safe confinement and you can retrieve them when you leave today." Hawkeye let out a breath, finding out what felt so out of place. She had her weapons on her 24/7, even when she was sleeping. They had their safety on, of course, but she always had them in case she needed them.
She nodded her head eagerly. The doctor handed her the list of items, and after choosing a turkey sandwich with tomatoes and cheddar cheese, grapes, along with orange juice. The doctor left the room to deliver.
"You didn't eat this morning?" Roy asked quietly, she leaned back in the bed, "Yeah, I guess I just forgot to eat." She let out a stifled groan when she stretched her arms out in front of her, Roy raising his eyebrows.
"You forgot to eat? That's not like you." He stated, she used her free hand to scratch the side of her head. The doctor came in with the food, setting it on a table next to her. "Also, Miss Hawkeye. We received some of your blood work that tells us you've been over stressed. You'll need to take things easy, Miss Hawkeye. We've asked that you take some sick leave, but only if you confirm that we can do this for you." The doctor regarded calmly, allowing her to think about her answer.
"Only if this one would be accounted for," Riza pointed at her superior, who laughed nervously.
"Yes, I suppose. Would it be alright with you if you were to take sick leave as well for her health?" She tilted her head and smiled a bit, making the lieutenant colonel raise his eyebrows and stop laughing.
He cleared his throat, "Yes, of course." He would have to make arrangements for the other soldiers to somehow get the work done without the both of them.
"We'll give you both a week, then. I'll send out the message to the courier for the Eastern Command." She walked out of the door, shutting it gently.
"Stress, Riza?" Roy put out bluntly, raising his brows to her. She looked down to her hands, "What do you expect me to tell you, Roy?" She looked to him, frowning. She popped a grape into her mouth.
"The truth?" He mentioned, she sighed in response. "Well, I still don't know what to say, except for the fact that I want to get out of this place as soon as possible." She stuck out her tongue at the hospital food, throwing a disgusted stare. He laughed softly. "I'll get things ready then, lieutenant." He sat up, leaving the room.
She reached for the hospital phone next to her, dialing a number.
"Rebecca? I think it's about time we did a little shopping."
15:53
After a couple of hours of waiting to be discharged from hospitality, Riza met with Rebecca outside. As usual, her friend was grinning like a maniac.
"Yoo-hoo, Riza!" Rebecca waved her hand, hollering through the streets.
"Hey," She walked up to her, being jumped on with a hug from her friend.
"Oh, Riza, you said shopping and I thought 'woah! we're totally going to the same thing tonight,' aren't we?" She cackled into the sky, her face getting warm from thinking about her date Havoc.
"You're going, too?" Riza raised a brow to her friend, who laughed some more.
"Yeah. But hey, we're going to need some outfits, so lets get going." They started walking down to the shopping center in the Eastern city, just a few blocks from the hospital Riza was staying.
"So, why were you at the hospital?"
"Oh, I forgot to eat." She stated calmly, receiving bugged out eyes from Rebecca.
"You.. Forgot?"
"Yep."
"Stress?"
"Yep," Riza sighed, "How is it I didn't even realize that I was stressed until it was directly pointed at me?" She looked down to where her feet were taking her. "Well, you're just like that, Riza. You take care of others until you run out of the energy to take care of yourself. Its not bad, but it's not exactly good either." Rebecca comforted her friend, who smiled gently to her comment.
"They're having Roy and me take sick leave," She continued the conversation, "They said stress was bad for my health, so I asked that he would be taking leave as well. Him and the boys don't do anything when I'm gone." Rebecca laughed, "Of course not, they find it a way to get away from doing work. You keep them on their feet."
"Yeah, with intimidation of my pistols." She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"What is it like forgetting to eat, anyways? I'm eating constantly, even if I'm not hungry." The second lieutenant let her curiosity loose, smiling towards the streets of the market.
"I'm not sure how to answer that, Rebecca."
They found the tailoring shop, walking through the doors that chimed a bell.
"Welcome!" A woman greeted them, "Looking for anything special?"
Riza looked around, "Yeah, something to make a man drop dead." She bluffed, the woman grinning, rushing to the back of the store. She returned with a red tent dress, pushing Riza into a dressing room. Her eyes were wide, but let the woman move her into the small room with the dress. She looked at the dress, it was made of silk. It had a collar that snapped in the back of her neck, making the dress ripple down her waist, falling a few inches above her knee. 'Perfect,' she thought to herself. The dress accented her breasts, 'Even better.' She looked in the mirror. She walked outside the small room, Rebeccas jaw dropping, squealing in excitement.
"Oh, Riza, it's gorgeous!" Her friend exclaimed, feeling the fabric between her fingertips, falling as quickly as she caressed it.
"And you," A man who's voice was rather high pitched walked up to Rebecca, placing an A-line champagne taffeta dress in her arms, the neckline seemingly like a tank top. It was sleeveless, and definitely more 'fancy' than the dress Riza was outfitted with. Lace in different patterns of white on the top surface, "It's so beautiful," Rebecca said softly, walking to the changing room.
The woman walked behind the display cases, unlocking it and grabbing a few things.
"Now, because yours is more simple, we are going to fit you with some jewelry, and a pair of beautiful wedged heels." The woman opened the small box of different bracelets, and of course, the emerald was the one that caught her eye the most. Silver, with small emeralds coursing through it evenly. It shined through everything. The woman wrapped it around her wrist, hooking it. Hawkeye took this moment to go through her small bag she's been carrying with her, grabbing her mothers ring and placing it on her ring finger. The ring didn't have it's shine that it used to, but it was still the first thing she would choose to wear with anything and everything.
She sat down, allowing the man to place the shoes on her feet, black wedge heels that snapped with a small bow around her ankles. They glowed from the light. She heard the changing room door open, her friend looking as gorgeous as ever. Rebecca's hair was still up, the man raising his eyebrows, running a hand through her hair. He pointed his index finger upwards, getting an idea. He rushed to a rack to the left, grabbing a pastel pink bow, tying it around her ponytail.
The woman rushed to her, setting a pair of glossy white heels on her feet.
"There, I think both of you are set." He smiled to himself, going to the checkout desk. He punched in the numbers for the dresses, along with the jewelry. The boxes for the shoes were next to the table, so he only had to scan them. The total was greedy, but completely worth it.
After paying the total for their dresses, and calling a cab for the two of them to be sent back to Riza's apartment, they found themselves talking about something the neither of them thought they'd talk about.
"So, you either fancy him, or you don't," Rebecca stated as they waited inside the shop. Riza chewed on her lip, her face burning. "Well?" Her friend asked, raising her eyebrows towards her.
She groaned, "How about you, huh?" She changed the sides quickly. "What are you talking about?" She said obliviously, smiling.
"I mean with Jean," She bluntly said to her.
"Yeah, isn't he just handsome?" Rebecca gushed, grinning madly over the thought of him.
Riza sighed loudly, scrunching her eyes shut. "Come on, Riza, you can't hide it forever."
"I can try," She defended, receiving a light laugh from Rebecca, "Our cab is here, lets get going,".
16:26
Meanwhile, Roy and Havoc were making a stop at their homes, Havoc putting a cigarette between his teeth. "Do you mind?" Roy shook his head, rummaging through the clothes in his closet. Havoc grabbed an ashtray, and lit his cigarette with the lighter Rebecca gave him the other night.
Jean noticed a small satchel, with a golden ring with what looked like an engraving. He picked up the satchel, knowing he was right, smirking with the cigarette hanging from his mouth. He took another drag, taking it from his mouth and flicking off the ashes with his index finger, blowing out the smoke that infested his lungs.
"So, Roy, what's this little bag doing here?" He shouted through the rooms. Roy stepped down the stairs, wearing a black tuxedo, with a blue tie. He slipped on a pair of glossy shoes with a two inch heel.
"It's noth-" He was interrupted, "That's Riza's, isn't it?" He picked from the pocket where the ring was, putting it between hi fingers after setting his cigarette down in the tray. "And this is- or rather was- her fathers," He looked at the engraving, it had two dates on it, along with the name 'Elizabeth'.
He moved his hand through the bag once more, finding a small picture of a younger Riza and her father, neither having a smile dominating their faces. He was sitting in a chair, and she was behind him standing with her hands behind her back. She wore a sundress, her father in a white tank and an over shirt with a pair of blue jeans. She had a ring that resided with a light silver chain that was worn around her neck, the ring setting just between her collarbones.
"How was it training at the house anyways?"
Mustang growled, zipping his shoes, "It was a pain in the ass mostly."
Jean mused, "Mostly,"
"Okay, she offered some comfort," He stated to his friend. Havoc was getting a little carried away, "Comfort," Mustang let out a deep breath, throwing his head back and furrowing his eyebrows.
"Encouragements." He told him.
"Come on Roy, was there ever a time where you weren't sucking each others faces off?" Mustang flinched, thinning his lips into a line, thinking about this for a moment as they walked out the door to the car.
[Flashback]
It was the middle of the week, a Thursday. It was two in the morning, and Roy could only continue looking at the ceiling as sleep wasn't going to close in anytime soon. He threw his pillow at the dresser, covering his face by a fraction with his bent arm. His thoughts swarmed over him, he's been studying since Sunday on different forms of Alchemy.
He heard the door creak open, soon hearing a small quiet voice, "Roy?" It was Riza.
"Sorry, did I wake you, Miss Riza?"
"I told you, it's just Riza. And actually, no, I was looking through a couple of old textbooks that my professor gave me." He raised his eyebrows, sitting up on his bed and scooting over. She left the room, returning with what was the famous book she was stuffing her brains into. She sat herself on the bed, showing a page that displayed a man who was getting something called a 'Heimlich maneuver', which to him sounded like the strangest thing at the moment.
"It's used for when someone is choking on something," She said as she glanced to his confused reaction. She flicked over the page resuming to the movement used on a small child, then a dog. It seemed odd, but fascinating. She smiled as she looked through the pages, but Roy wasn't looking at the papers that were sewed together.
Riza looked through the book, finding something on blood types, along with plasma, and various other things.
He felt her lean into him, nuzzling her way to comfort. He arranged himself comfortably. She sighed in content, "So why are you awake?" He looked to the window next to them, glowing from the moon that took its resting place in the sky.
"I just couldn't sleep, I guess." He put simply.
"Something wrong?" She asked curiously, he replied, "Not right now, no." He smirked, still looking outside.
"Look at me." She ordered, he glanced at her, who was staring boldly into his dark colored eyes.
"You've been here for over two and a half years; I can read you better than you think, Roy." He looked away, but then being grabbed by his chin, being forced to look at her.
"It's nothing, I've just been stressed," He flustered. She frowned, releasing his jaw and looking away. Riza felt an arm around her waist, bringing her slightly closer, but only a little. She looked at him, who was gazing outside the window. Riza continued looking at him, raising her fingers to touch the line of his jaw lightly, outlining towards his lips.
His chest began to flutter. She only followed what her body was telling her to do at the moment being. Roy gazed at her, leaning over her, being trapped in her eyes. She quickly flipped over their positions, enclosing his chances for escape, but he wasn't resisting. He just continued falling into her eyes, closing them as their lips started to brush against each other.
They weren't paying attention to the book that lied upside down on the floor anymore.
It's happened a couple times before, but it had never really gone anywhere except for her teasing moves that drove him absolutely crazy.
He started to join the movement their mouths were making, slowly pressing into each other, emitting small noises into the air as they continued searching one another. He felt a hand go underneath the hem of his shirt, making his body fill with concupiscence desires. Roy bit onto her bottom lip, finding a soft moan escaping her lips. She moved her legs, straddling his hips comfortably.
He released his lips off hers when she started to grind on him, groaning into the air, biting his lip to contain himself. She greedily took this opportunity to move her mouth by his neck, grazing him with her teeth as she continued to awaken his arousal. He started to release more louder, strained noises from his lips, tightening his hands, wishing he could place them on her hips.
She smirked into his neck, "Getting impatient, Roy?" Riza said passionately, continuing to rock herself on his hardening member. He grunted in response. Riza put her hand into his hair, tilting his head back as she looked him in the eyes, moving closely to his ear.
"Move your hands and I'll make sure you regret it; think you can handle yourself?" She whispered into his ear, her tongue played with the outer shell of his ear, sending waves of pleasure to his groin. He nodded hesitantly, she removed her hands and he stuffed his palms into her hair, pulling her in to kiss her hard. She hummed into his lips, jerking her hips onto his heavily. He removed his mouth and moaned.
Riza hushed him, "You really want to alert my father of this right now?" She smiled with her eyes clouded over with nothing except lust. He most likely had the same look in his. She took his hands from her hair and kissed them lightly. He grunted, lifting his hips to rub on hers.
"Hmm," She hummed, moving off of him.
"Wha-" He was going to question her when all of the sudden he felt a hand grip onto his erection through his pants, teasing him as she moved her hand on him. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, trying to conceal the groan that was eager to leave his lips. She traced him with her fingertips, enjoying torturing him.
"I do believe I told you not to move your hands," She played with him once more. He made a low guttural sound, which quickly turned into a moan as she went down to place her mouth on the fabric covering his manhood. Her tongue traced him through his pants.
She laid gentle kisses up to him as she started to remove his shirt, laying a soft peck on his mouth when she got there. He sighed into hers, being startled as she sat up off the bed and played with the cloth of her shirt.
"I wonder if I could get you to beg, Roy," She continued with bringing the cloth up slowly, grabbing her breasts teasingly. He tilted his head breathlessly, "I'm not going to beg, Riza." His eyebrows clutching together.
She raised a brow, "That's unfortunate," She smirked, sitting in a chair across the room, removing her pants ever so slowly. He groaned. She was wearing black boy-shorts underneath, teasing the fabric with her fingers.
"Oh, if only you would behave yourself, then we wouldn't be in this position." She said breathless, inhaling sharply and releasing a moan as she felt herself becoming wet.
He sat up, biting his lower lip, "You're terrible, you know," She moaned as she felt her finger rub on her sensitive area. He started to move down from the bed, moving to where she was sitting. She stopped, crossing her legs.
"And what are you going to do about that, Roy?" She mused.
He bent down to her mouth, brushing them with his as he spoke, "What would you like me to do about it is a better question, Riza," He pecked the corner of her mouth while his fingers slowly danced down her body, stopping at the hem of her underwear, playing with the fabric between his fingers on her hips. She spoke softly, "Close the door, Roy."
"Chief," Havoc awoke Mustangs surrounding, realizing they were at Havoc's building.
"I've been trying to get your attention for the past minute and forty two seconds." Jean smirked, stopping the timer on his clock.
He groaned, adjusting his pants as he noticed they were slightly uncomfortable. He looked at his watch, '16:43'. They walked up the stairs, entering the interior of the tall building, making their way to his dorm he was staying in the Eastern city.
"So, do I wear the dark blue or the white," Jean questioned as he put an unlit cigarette in his mouth.
"Where's your bathroom?" Mustang asked eagerly, Havoc pointing to the back hall, "Second door on the right," Roy rushed into the bathroom, setting his head back as he fixed himself quickly and quietly, washing his hands and flushing the toilet.
He walked out of the bathroom and went back to the couch, where Havoc apparently chose the Blue dress shirt with a white tie and black pants. He started to tie his shoes that looked similar to Roy's, but with an inch and a half heel, the toe coming to a point.
"You never really answered my question, Roy," His superior flinched, straightening his back.
"Let's just say it has been controllable position since reaching the military." He looked to the other side of the room.
Havoc raised his eyebrows and smirked, "Oh, so since you both reached the military, where you aren't allowed to indulge on your affairs."
Mustang sighed, closing his eyes. Opening them when his friend passed him a box of cigarettes. He didn't smoke that often- hell, he hasn't smoked since the war.
"No," he tossed back the box of cigarettes, Jean grasping it firmly into his hand.
"Alright, boss, whatever you say. " He put his coat on, and put them into his pocket. Havoc helped his superior stand up. They opened the door, heading to the car. They were going to pick up the girls next.
"Well, lets get going." They sat themselves inside, Havoc starting the engine, heading to Rebecca's.
17:03
"Hey, Rebecca," Riza said from the bathroom, running her fingers through her hair, "Should I wear it up, or down?"
Her friend cackled, "Wow, you actually sound like a girl for once," Hawkeye rolled her eyes to her friend, "Well, most of the time I wear a beard instead of a dress." Rebecca laughed.
"Seriously, Rebecca, up or down?" She looked at her friend innocently.
"Wear it down," She told, fixing her mascara that was about to clump her eyelashes together. She saw Riza putting ruby red lipstick on her lips, smacking them in front of the mirror. She snickered as she saw her friend starting to talk to herself incoherently in front of the mirror.
"Did you win an award?" Catalina busted out laughing, Riza gave a witty, "Yes, I did." Smiling into the mirror.
"Yeah, what for?"
"For shaving my beard." Hawkeye chortled along with her friend who was dissolving in laughter. They continued to laugh hysterically until they had to greet the men at the door who rang the doorbell. They saw confused faces as they looked at each other, Riza fixing her friends mascara that didn't need help in the first place. Rebecca cracked down to the floor, "I'm terribly sorry, we ran into a group of people who had silly string," Riza said, Rebecca snorting.
Hawkeye helped her friend up, containing themselves, brushing off their dresses softly. Even with Riza pressing her lips together firmly, she couldn't keep her smile away.
Jean whispered to Roy, "I've never been more confused in my entire life," Roy nodded quietly.
Riza walked back to the bathroom, fixing her hair.
"So what was that about?" Roy asked demented, Riza looked at him from the mirror, "Well, we were speaking on how I had to shave my beard and winning an award for it," She said bluntly. He sighed, then looking at the dress. He felt his face heat up as he awed, looking the other direction to the couple that seemed to be enjoying themselves.
He felt her breath by his ear, "Feeling okay, colonel?" She whispered lowly, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, "Yes, lieutenant," She checked to make sure the two weren't looking, placing her lips on his ear as she spoke, "I think you're lying, sir." She moved away, walking towards the other two, brushing her hand near his member. He tensed, breathing inwards sharply as she smirked. She resorted back to her usual stoic figure.
"We need to leave immediately if we're going to make it on time," The other two grinned, looking into each others eyes.
"Yeah, whatever," Rebecca said lightly, shoving her off.
"That means going to the car,"
"Mhm," Havoc responded.
"And Jean driving." She was so close to drawing out her guns until she heard Mustang sigh, "I'll drive." She looked at him curiously, "Shotgun?" He agreed silently, grabbing Havoc's keys from the end table.
17:56
During the ride to the hotel, Catalina remembered Hughes' plan to make sure the colonel and lieutenant were on track for the trap waiting for them. It was a few minutes before the banquet was going to start.
"Now, remember, you, me, along with Havoc- and a few others- will be in on the plan as well. It's what I'm calling, 'code: burning hawks'. All we need to do is wait for when we launch the main steps of the mission." He told her, she grinned madly along with him.
"Wouldn't it be less confusing if we just called it by flowers instead of hawks?" She asked him, he smiled, "No, she's less than a flower and more of a hawk. In this little quest we'll still be heating things up, though." He smirked.
"That's a little rude, sir." Rebecca said to him, smiling deadly. "What's this for, anyways?" She questioned. He raised his eyebrows, "Well, it's just a small party to others, but for Mustang and Hawkeye, I've planned this for months; since I saw them first in Ishval, actually. It's nothing big, but I'm sure you know how strained their relationship is," She nodded.
"Yeah, it's like they're at war with their selves because they can't act on anything." She sighed.
"Well, let's just say this is a way to get that tension out of the way." Hughes explained without the excess information.
Rebecca saw Riza's hand on Roy's, nudging her date. Jean looked quietly, smirking with her.
"Hey, Mustang, would it be wrong to smoke a cigarette in here?"
Mustang sighed, "Yes, Havoc, it would." He let himself calm down as he felt her thumb brush on the back of his hand. He released a strained breath through his nostrils. He looked around the corner, where the banquet was being held. He still had no idea what for, though. Maybe it was just a small party for nothing, but knowing Hughes, it was probably for something. He grumbled as he looked for cars in the intersection.
He pulled into the lot, struggling to find a place to park the vehicle.
Her finger tapped on his hand, pointing to a spot. He quickly took the chance to park, being honked at by other automobiles. He walked out of the door, along with Havoc, being joined with their dates.
Without Riza and Roy noticing, Rebecca flashed a small photo of the vehicle, and sent it to Hughes. It had a couple of their bags in the trunk that Rebecca and Jean packed without the two noticing. Everything was going according to plan.
Riza and Rebecca flashed glances at each other while they walked up to the doors. Hughes greeted them right away, holding his wife's hand, "Welcome!" Mustang stared at his wife, "You look like you're going to pop any day now," He muttered. She laughed, "Yeah, the little one has been kicking like crazy," She put her empty hand to her stomach.
"So, do you know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" Rebecca was giddy over the woman, "I want to know whether dresses or ties are being suggested," She wildly grinned, looking at Hughes and his wife back and forth. Hughes wife shook her head, still having a smile on her face.
He motioned towards the hall, "Come on, the party is only missing you four," Roy smirked, walking with Riza.
The ballroom was large, much bigger than they expected. It was filled with optimistic people.
A voice echoed through the room, obviously being general Armstrong's, "Oh!" He walked over to where they were standing, "It's a pleasure to see you." He was wearing a black tux along with many other guests. Mustang knew most of them, being they were family members of Hughes, Armstrong, and he was relieved he didn't see his foster mother there. He exhaled, smiling.
He then noticed the girls, walking over and hanging onto his arms, leaving a shocked Riza outside the picture.
"Oh, Mustang!" The girls said in unison.
"Ladies, what are you doing here?" He questioned, they giggled, "Well, Madame Christmas invited us," He groaned, "So she is here."
"She's working the bar, Mustang." One of the girls noted.
"Well, I'll have to stop there and visit, won't I?" He pulled a smile.
The girls moved him over to the bar, where Madame Christmas had her fur coat on with a blue dress. She poured a drink for a man, handing it to them.
"Well, isn't it my Roy boy." She smirked, pouring another drink for her foster son.
"Madame Christmas," He took the shot, drinking it in one gulp.
Riza was behind with Hughes, "Madame Christmas?" She asked quietly, he nodded.
"Yeah, also known as his foster mother, I'm surprised you don't know, lieutenant." He glanced down to the lady. She only stared to the women that were surrounding her date. Roy only talked of her a few times, along with memories from his parents who were taken from a terrible accident.
Madame poured a mixed drink for Riza, noticing her looking at them. She walked over, sitting on a stool. She took the drink and sipped it, enjoying the sweet flavor.
"You make a fine drink," She licked her lips.
"Roy, you never mentioned having a beautiful lady." Madame leered, making Roy fluster in his chair.
"Maybe because you always like to toy with everything," He passed the empty shot glass to Chris, who filled it up again with whiskey. Instead of making him hostile, it made him loose and polite. He drank it down again.
Riza looked over to Madame, tilting her head.
"If you're wondering, I'm part of his fathers side. I'm sure Roy boy has already told you about the situation." She took a wine glass from behind the counter, filling it with red wine for herself. She swirled it around in the cup, drinking it like its water. She placed the glass down.
"So I've heard," She drank the rest of the sweet liquor in her glass.
Hughes and Catalina were talking quietly behind them, "Just so you know, second lieutenant, Madame is with us on the plan as well." Rebecca stared at them, hearing music in the background, grabbing Havoc's arm and dragging him to the floor where everyone else was dancing.
Riza started to feel happy, smiling as she started to draw shapes on the table where they recently scrubbed it. She let her fingers dance for her with the music.
"Oh, that's right, Madame. She's a light weight." He said smugly, leaning into the counter.
"Speak for yourself, Roy boy." She said sarcastically. She was tallying the amount of drinks he's had.
One, two, three.
The next one made four.
She tapped a girls hand twice, then three times, giving a signal that was discreetly sent all the way down to Hughes. It was a beautiful thing that the signal matched the beat of the music. He finally got the message three minutes later.
"Hey lieutenant colonel, first lieutenant, you guys seem to be enjoying yourselves," Hughes said to them. Riza chuckled, "Oh, come on, let me have some fun." She said, not yet slurring her words.
Madame laughed, "She's not that light, Roy." Riza smiled, "Gimme' another drink," She begged, being treated with a shot of rum. She drank it down, "Hey, let's do a drinking game." She exclaimed. Someone brought over another table, setting a group of chairs with it. She pranced to the table, leaning on Roy partially. Jean, Rebecca, Hughes, and Armstrong joined them, Gracia sitting behind Maes.
"Let's play, 'Never have I'" Rebecca bribed, everyone agreeing.
Madame joined the table, mixing enough drinks to go ten rounds. Mustang's were heavy bodies when it came to liquor, and she expected two others to be with her foster son until the last round. Mostly Rebecca and Hughes. She wasn't sure on Havoc or Armstrong. Roy told her that Riza was a light weight, meaning she'd most likely pass out before the last round.
Madame took a drink for herself, "Never have I learned alchemy." She watched Armstrong and Roy drink after Roy cursed under his breath.
"Never have I smoked a cigarette," Roy said, making Madame, Roy, Rebecca and Hawkeye drink. Roy stared at Riza, "You smoked?" He snickered, she nodded, "One of my friends offered me one, it was disgusting." Riza tilted her head towards Havoc, who smokes regularly. He glared and took a shot with a devious smile.
"Okay, never have I had sex," Rebecca yelled, everyone drinking except Armstrong.
"I've been waiting for the right person," He smuggled out, everyone shrugged and let it be.
"Okay, never have I kissed the same sex." Armstrong said, Maes, Roy, Riza, and Rebecca taking a drink. Riza cackled, "Roy?" He pointed to Hughes, "It was a dare back at the camps, what about you two?" He looked at Rebecca and Riza who were thinning their lips into a line.
"We were actually at a bachelorette party, we had to do a few things, actually." Riza smirked, "I think Rebecca enjoyed it more than me though." Rebecca laughed loudly, "I'm pretty sure you were enjoying it a little too much, Riza." Riza rolled her eyes, "Well, hey, at least I understand why guys are so obsessed with our breasts." They both shrugged, nodding.
Everyone's jaws were dropped. Roy was more shocked to how she was handling her liquor so far, not even slurring her words.
"Never have I played strip poker." Riza toyed, watching everyone take a drink except herself. She was wide eyed, "Wow, guys." She raised her eyebrows.
"Wait, you haven't played before?" Hughes snickered.
"Nope." She put out.
"So, who would you play with?" Rebecca asked her friend, who responded, "Maybe the table. Except for Madame Christmas. Sorry, Madame, but I'm not sure if I'm that comfortable with you yet." She apologized.
Madame eased her off, "Oh, don't worry about it. I would make everyone naked in seconds, it wouldn't be any fun, dear." She put a deck on the table from her coat. "Roy, go play with Riza upstairs." She said, smirking her lips. He was bright red, "Madame, I don't think that's very appropriate." Roy was ticking like a bomb.
Madame laughed along with the table.
"Never have I touched another persons dick," Jean played, Rebecca and Riza drinking. Riza leaned her head back, "Holy fuck," She stared at the ceiling, giggling.
"Holy fuck, dicks, or holy fuck, you're drunk?" Rebecca questioned, Riza cackled, "Maybe both, sick-o." She looked at her best friend, raising her eyebrows.
"Careful, sweetie. That's blue moon vodka you're dealing with. It's hitting you hard, isn't it?" Madame smiled. Riza rolled her eyes to Chris, nodding as best as she could without falling over.
"I was wondering why she wasn't blasted yet," Roy mumbled to his foster mother, she nodded.
"She's intoxicated enough right now to think about jumping into snow naked, if there was any here." Madame told him, "Now, you're a Mustang, so you'll last the rest of the rounds. We might want to take it somewhere else, though." He nodded slowly, watching his lieutenant start flirting with Rebecca again.
"Now, you, are so lovely," She rubbed up on Rebecca's arm, "You're so soft." She groaned as she rubbed her face on Rebecca's skin. Rebecca sat her up, holding onto her friend as they started to walk, "Come on, guys, let's go up."
"Up, up, up, up." Riza sang, pointing up, making her words sound more like 'pup' as she said them, giggling softly as she swayed to the elevator. Madame had the girls help with the liquor, bringing it upstairs with them. The elevator soon packing with everyone from the table.
The elevator dinged as they reached the floor their rooms were on. They all packed in the room. It had Riza's and Roy's bags that they didn't pack.
Madame Christmas sat a deck of cards on the table, putting jars of buttons in the center. But for the time being, they were still playing the first game. She sat down with the others.
Riza said, "Never have I had a girl sit on my face," Waving her finger. Havoc and Hughes drank.
Hughes' wife was still with him, "Honey, I'm going to our room for the night." She kissed him on the cheek after holding his hand before she finally left his grasp. She knew about the plan, too.
"Never have I had a thing with my coworker," Armstrong placed into the room, Jean, Rebecca, Roy, and Riza drank. Riza started laughing hysterically, then sighing as she started to fluff her dress, "Is it getting hot, or what," She crawled down to her bag, picking out a change of clothes. She went to the bathroom, coming out with shorts and a T-shirt.
She was still wearing her accessories, though, along with her heels. Rebecca got the message and went in her bag that conveniently got placed in the same room, and went and changed herself. They both smirked to one another.
Madame Christmas stood up, "Girls, it's time to leave now." The girls followed her, laughing gently.
After leaving the room, Hawkeye grumbled, "Well, I don' know how to play poker, but I know how to play this game." She takes up the shot glass, placing it down after her final shot of the night.
Mustang raised his eyebrows, taking another shot.
"So it's going to be 'Never have I: strip.'" He quizzed, she nodded.
"Mhm," She grinned wildly.
"Alright," He spoke, "Never have I had secrets tattooed on my back," Riza cussed, "Damn it, Roy." Removing her shoes.
Rebecca went next, "Never have I wrote poetry for someone." Jean stripped, along with Hughes. Jean removed his tie, while Hughes removed his shoes. His wife smiled to his class.
"Never have I studied under Berthold Hawkeye," Riza looked at Roy, who removed his jacket, "That's not playing nice, lieutenant." He grumbled, she stuck out her tongue.
"Never have I masturbated in front of someone," Hughes played, watching Riza take off her bracelet. Everyone was shocked except for Roy, but he acted like it anyways. Maes saw through it, somehow, grinning madly.
"Never have I eaten dog feces." Alex said, no one removed anything, chuckling.
"I don't think anyone would ever want to eat dog shit, Armstrong." Rebecca choked out, everyone agreeing.
"Never have I choked on a penis." Jean looked towards the girls, who gladly removed their shirts. Everyone marveled at how they looked. Riza picked up a towel from nearby, wrapping it around her back. Their bras were still on them, Hawkeye's being white with red lace, Catalina's being a light pink with a blue lace. The men were staring for a few seconds, resuming to the game.
Hughes was more amused about the part of the tattoo he saw on her back, that seemed to still be healing from a burn. He looked back and forth from Mustang and Hawkeye, but nothing exited his mouth about the things that connected. He remembered Mustang saying 'secrets' but wasn't too sure about it, but he was linking the things together quickly.
Jean picked off a towel and wrapped it around his date, getting extremely flustered. Rebecca giggled as she picked up another shot glass, filling it with whiskey, drinking it as quickly as it filled her glass.
"Never have I touched the same sex's genitalia," Roy said, being curious. His suspicions were corrected when Riza snapped off her bra from the back, along with Rebecca. None of the men had taken off anything, which to Mustang was shocking. They were, although, staring at his dates breasts.
"We told you we had done other things than just kiss, boys." Rebecca sang, enjoying the freedom she had.
He sighed, "You guys can stop staring, you know." Mumbling the words out his mouth. The men snapped out of it. Hughes said, "Maybe this is our time to leave, boys." He hinted to the others, all standing up.
They picked up their things, and moved towards the door, leaving suddenly.
They were finally alone.
A/N: I realize that in the anime(s) Riza had her hair cut short during the east, but I like the thought of her having long hair, so, I let my imagination loose and un-cannon and I'm having her hair down, long, and luxurious. I also tried her 'dry humor' that she is known for having with her dearest friend Rebecca.
If you don't know what dry humor is, it's basically something that is said with a straight face, no one really understanding if they're serious or not, it's used frequently in parts of the United Kingdom. I also use dry humor a lot, but without the realization; I don't try to be funny it just happens. I find it hilarious since its so literal.
Also note that in the flashback, I set them at the age of eighteen, before he was going to leave for military training. So about the year of 1902. So, when she states that they've known each other for two and a half years, Roy went when he was roughly 15-16 years of age. Not cannon, but lets just indulge ourselves in this imagination of mine.
