This chapter is dedicated to Envy and Mei Chen. Mei Chen because I love her but she's stupid. Envy...just because. :D
Envy
Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye stared out the window of the car, traffic at a standstill courtesy of a malfunctioning stoplight and various resulting automobile collisions. Her head screamed in protest at each passing siren; the dull ache behind her eyes slowly expanding. Riza jumped, the driver in back of assaulting his horn for what seemed like the hundredth time in the half hour since he'd screeched to a halt behind her. She gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to reach for her gun and let that man know exactly how she felt about him.
"Lieutenant," groaned Colonel Roy Mustang, slumped over onto the steering wheel, "please shoot me…"
"Stop being ridiculous," snapped Riza. She gazed out onto the sidewalk, watching people scuttle in and out of shops, peeking nosily over one another's heads to catch a glimpse of the wreckage in the intersection.
A young couple stumbled out of a restaurant, the woman wobbling slightly, perhaps falling victim to one too many drinks. The man wrapped his arm around her waist, carefully guiding her through the crowd. They seemed oblivious to the chaos in the streets, unfazed by the escalating chorus of sirens and car horns. Riza watched as they disappeared around the corner, desperately wishing she could trade places with them.
"That would be nice," Roy remarked, peeling his head off of the steering wheel.
"Hm?" Riza glanced at him.
He shrugged. "To be like that…carefree…in love…a little drunk."
Riza smiled. "It certainly would."
"We could be those people someday," sighed Roy, leaning back against his seat. "I like to believe it'll happen for us."
"Yes…although you won't be able to make me drink that much," responded Riza.
"Oh? We'll see about-" Roy started, interrupted by a series of blasts from the horn behind him. He scowled, tugging his glove onto his hand. "Get your gun, Lieutenant…"