"It's too tight!"
"Well, I could let you leave looking like a slob if you want. That is a sure way to impress the lady."
"Your sarcasm is as repulsive as that damn cigarette smoke. Stop breathing on me!"
"Alright. Let me give Hughes a call. He'll be more than happy to help you out here…"
"Go near that payphone over there Second Lieutenant and I will incinerate you."
"And have to drive yourself home? I think not." Havoc made one last adjustment to Mustang's tie then finally backed off, satisfied with his work. "Now, you are presentable, sir."
"Don't use honorifics only when convenient." Mustang grumbled, fighting the urge to reach up and work his tie a bit loose, knowing it would only end in Havoc fussing with him even more. "Who made you mother today anyway?"
"Like I said, sir, me or Hughes. It's your call." Havoc leaned back against the car, enjoying the unique perspective of the situation. For once it was he who had Mustang cornered.
And damn it felt good…
He jumped, slamming the small of his back into the handle of the passenger side door, as someone chose that moment to exit the apartment they were loitering outside of. It took Havoc a good long minute and a bout of furious blinking to recognize the woman approaching them as First Lieutenant Hawkeye.
He couldn't be blamed really. One didn't exactly place elegant dresses and Riza Hawkeye in the same train of thought normally. Trying to do so took a certain amount of mental maneuvering, and Hawkeye wasn't allowing the boys time to compensate. She made her way down from the front door towards Mustang, not appearing at all bothered by her ornate looking footwear, complete with heels. She strode confidently up to Mustang, who was doing a fair job of appearing nonplussed, and readjusted his tie.
Mustang shot a victorious glare at Havoc. "I told you it was too tight."
"Actually it was a bit loose, sir." Hawkeye provided helpfully, a small grin pulling at the corners of a usually stern mouth.
Havoc was sure his eyes were as wide as the ones on that damn owl Fury insisted on keeping. He stared as Hawkeye casually linked one arm with Mustang, diffusing his temper with a sweet smile. Amazed, Havoc noticed Hawkeye leaned into Mustang a bit as they walked off together towards whatever restaurant it was that Mustang had commandeered for an elegant dinner that evening.
"Well, that's enough sugar for one evening." Havoc pulled a cigarette from his pocket with practiced ease, folding himself back into the driver's seat of his car.