A/N: DISCLAIMER! I don't own any one from FMA, so get over it.

I hope you like chapter eight. I keep producing these things like crazy, eh?

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"Well," Laura smiled at the kitten, "I have to go raid Roy Mustang's house and get his boxers. Ta-ta." And she ran off.

Meanwhile, everyone back at the dorms had crashed, except of course, Al. He watched silently over the others. This was the first time in a while that his brother had gone to bed this early. Usually, the two stayed up late studying alchemy or just having a good laugh. Today, he was left on his own, with no one to talk to but his conscience.

And while thinking, he realized how cute Laurel looked while she slept. He blushed in the darkness, where no one could see him…or so he thought.

Laura silently ran down the streets, searching for Roy's house. No body was out. All of the drunks had either conked out at the bars or at home. It was too late for 'normal' people to be up. 'Damn,' Laura thought as the cold quietly crept into Central. The skies were clouding over and it would rain again soon. "Dammit, I wish I had studied up on this more," She cursed as she shivered.

Obviously, there wasn't going to be a huge sign that said, "Roy Mustang's house" so she might as well go snoop around at head quarters. After arriving, the place was locked. She hadn't gotten a key or an office…or even a desk yet. Taking out a small pouch of sand and a piece of chalk, she transmuted it into a pin.

When she stuck it into the lock, it crumbled back into sand. Another cursing session began as she took a bobby pin from her hair and jiggled the lock with that. To her relief, the door cracked open. Quickly, she stepped inside before the watch light came to her.

Expertly, she navigated the hallways to find Roy's office. Luckily for her, it wasn't locked. After searching for a minute, she found his badge, "That doesn't seem like something Roy would do…"

"Your right," The voice said, "Thank you for finding it, Miss Laura," The girl in question turned around as her eyes widened.

Al was shifting uncomfortably in his spot. He couldn't stand being in his armour body right now. Just because he's a 'can-man' my dear readers does not mean he doesn't have that whole male hormone package. (If you haven't figured out that he likes Laurel by now, you just aren't paying attention.) He got up as silently as he could and moved over to the bed where Laurel slept peacefully. "L-Laurel?"

"Mmmm…Gerard," Laurel mumbled the MCR leader's name. Al felt a pang of jealousy. Oh, who knows why she was dreaming about him, even we're not really sure, but Alphonse wanted to know who this guy was.

'Make sure you don't wake them up,' Laura had warned Al before leaving to raid the colonel's house. He tried his best to ignore it and jostled Laurel a bit, "Miss Laurel, Miss Laurel."

Her eyes didn't open but she replied, "Al? I thought I told you to call me just Laurel."

"Oh right," Al blushed at hearing her voice, "Sorry, Laurel."

Laurel rolled to face him. She was very close to his face, "It's alright. You just forgot, right?"

On the other side of the room Brittany was mumbling something, "Pipsqueak."

Ed responded, "Shorty."

"Tiny."

"Maggot."

"Sexy."

"Hawt-ness."

Ed still had his 'drunken' accent. Hopefully they would remember none of this in the morning. If they did, they would probably eat each other up with insults.

Elsewhere, Laura had run into a bit of a problem. She had come face to face with Roy while searching his office. Now, she was being interrogated.

"Would you like some coffee?"

Laura despised coffee, "Yes, thank you." She took a sip of the vile substance and tried not to spit it out. It took quite a bit of her strength.

"So, please tell me what you are doing in my office this late hour."

She took another sip so she could make up a really good lie. Eventually, she came to one, "Well, I really wanted to ask you something. I thought you would be at your house, but since I didn't know the address, I couldn't get there. So I came here to see if anyone could tell me. Since it was after hours, no body was here. Then I thought I'd look in your office." Laura prayed out to any gods out there that he would believe her complicated lie.

"And what did you want to ask me?"

"Uhh..." 'Oh shit. I wasn't counting on him asking that...' "I uh... wanted to know if you're doing anything tomorrow night?"

Luckily Roy believed her ridiculous lie. "Hmm. I don't know kid. Shouldn't you be hanging around someone who's more your age? Why don't you try Fullmetal? Or is he too short for you?"

"Uh, no. I don't think he'd be interested in me. And I'm practically half a foot taller than him," Laura answered, trying not to sound too relieved that Roy believed her.

"Alright then. What about that crazy little son of mine? What was his name...? Cory, Clyde-"

"Kyle sir."

"Oh right. Try him. If he's anything like his old man then he'll be all over a pretty little thing like yourself."

Laura blushed. "Oh, thank you sir."

"Roy, please."

She blushed even deeper, "Yes, Roy." Laura slowly got up and left headquarters to roam the streets aimlessly because of her rejection. This didn't mean she'd stop trying, but she felt a little let down by her own techniques.

A can lay down in the gutter. Laura kicked it up and then dribbled it like a soccer ball. Her soccer skills were lacking, but she could bet they were better than most around here. Eventually, she lost interest for it and headed back towards the dorms.

When she got there, Al was the only one up, "Hey," Laura said as quietly as she could.

Al almost stood up but Laura stopped him, "You'll wake the others."

He blushed, as he looked at Laurel sleeping peacefully again, "Oh, right."

Laura raised her eyebrows but said nothing about it, "I'm going to make some tea…do you guys even have tea here?" She ran off to the small kitchen. Just as she suspected, there was nothing to be found.

She decided that sleep would be best for now. She could get all weepy on her friends tomorrow. Laura closed her eyes.

The next thing she could remember was some one screaming, "WHAT THE HELL?!?!"

'Brittany's up,' She thought.

"Brinney, don't scream so loud. It hurts my ears. And some one close the windows." Laurel still had strong traces of a hangover.

Laura slowly got up, "Shut your yap. I just got dumped while you two slept away peacefully."

Laurel ignored the hangover, "Raiding his house didn't go so well, did it?"

Sighing, she replied, "Not exactly. I'd tell you but…that'd be like saying, 'I give up on him,' Which I don't plan on doing." Laura cackled evilly. Kyle woke up on the floor.

"Would you mind keeping it down mother?" He was still half asleep. Kyle looked up…Laura's skirt.

She screamed and jumped onto the couch, sitting down, "I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER, PERVERT!"

Brittany and Laurel both rushed to her side, "Why the Hell is he in here?"

Kyle rubbed his ears, "I followed all of you guys here. It wasn't to hard since you were all drunk."

Laura then did what she knew best; thwacked him on his head.