My Fullmetal Drabble Collection
by Ulquiorra9000
Chapter 11: Floor
Riza Hawkeye froze when she stepped into the army headquarters' meeting room and found the place emptied out. "Colonel!" she cried. "This is not a proper use of army floor space!"
"Tell that to my putting average," Roy said with a wide grin as he putted his golf ball across the green carpet and into the hole.
And soon enough, all the other officers crowded in, competing for the best score, making a huge racket. Roy was pulling ahead, while 2nd Lieutenant Havoc (who was visiting) was breathing down Roy's neck -
The door slammed open and Fuhrer Bradley stormed in. "Men! Listen up!" he roared. Then he took a putter and swung it hard enough to sent the ball crashing out the window.
"I'm the best damned golfer in Amestris. Don't you all forget it!" Bradley declared, then walked out.
Roy decided that golf was not his thing.
