Hi, everyone! Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but life has gotten really busy lately and it's only going to get busier, so it might be a long time before I update again. Sorry! Anyways, thanks so much to all my reviewers. Hope you enjoy! No spoilers and not as corny, but still long ( 1,619).

Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, or even one of the characters, would I be here right now? No. Obviously.

Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc were at their favorite bar, playing their favorite game, probably for the hundredth time. Already on their second glass of scotch, Roy pointed to a skinny brunette standing by the bar.

"Five bucks if you buy her a drink," he offered. Havoc narrowed his eyes at the girl just as a tall, muscular man joined her, putting an arm around her waist. Havoc snorted.

"No bet," he told Roy rather unnecessarily. Roy shrugged, looking over the space for other possible money-making or Havoc-embarrassing endeavors. Havoc, doing the same, spotted the back of a beautiful blonde head, sitting by herself at the bar.

"Ten bucks to buy her a drink," offered Havoc, pointing at the blonde. Roy squinted at her, weighing his chances.

"Twenty if you can get her to dance with you."

"Done!" agreed Roy, shaking Havoc's hand and emptying his glass before he started to make his way through the crowd.

"Havoc?" he asked before he'd disappeared completely, and his subordinate looked at him.

"Thirty if I can get her to kiss me," Roy bartered. Havoc shook his head.

"Twenty-five," was his offer. Roy shrugged, nodded, and continued to fight his way through the crowd to his prize. Leaning over her shoulder, he whispered into her ear in the sexiest voice he could manage.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he murmured, placing a hand on the counter beside her. The woman looked at him, half a smile on her face, ready to flirt back. However, as they came face to face, both realized who the other one was at the same time. Riza jumped to her feet and saluted him as quickly as she could.

"Colonel Mustang, sir!" she cried, a slight flush creeping to her cheeks as she realized how unorthodox they had been behaving. Roy smirked, grabbing her hand from its salute and lowering it.

"At ease, First Lieutenant," he assured her lazily.

"We're off duty, Riza." Riza nodded, still unsure of herself, and settled back onto the stool. He sat beside her casually and asked,

"You come here often?" Riza started to answer, but the bartender raised an eyebrow at Roy, and Roy replied,

"Scotch. You want anything?" he asked Riza. Her mouth opened a little. "Um, I don't drink," she replied. Roy's eyebrows rose.

"Two scotches," he corrected, and the bartender went off.

"So, you come here often?" Roy repeated as though nothing had happened. Riza smiled. "No, actually," she admitted.

"It's the first time I've ever been here, but my sister and her husband wanted me to do something with them, so-"

"You have a sister?" interrupted Roy, so shocked that he didn't notice that their drinks had been set down and that the bartender was now impatiently waiting for money. Riza laughed.

"I have two sisters," she told him, her voice teasing, and he gaped. The bartender cleared his throat, and Roy reluctantly turned his attention to him.

"Oh, put it on my tab," he told him carelessly.

"Roy Mustang." The bartender nodded.

"I take it you come here often," Riza commented, and Roy nodded.

"Havoc and I have decided it's our favorite bar," he replied easily.

"Oh, is Havoc here too?" she asked, scanning the crowd.

"Right over there," Roy replied, pointing at a table where Havoc was sitting with a red head. Riza smiled and waved at him. Havoc's eyes widened as he saw the blonde Roy was with, but he waved back.

"So, you two come here to-" she began, but she was cut short by a man and a woman interrupting her and Roy's conversation.

"Riza, we're gonna dance a little more, is that okay?" asked the woman. Riza nodded, and was about to make introductions when the woman's eyes fell on Roy.

"Who is this?" she asked, her voice teasing. Riza blushed a tiny bit.

"This is Roy Mustang," she told the man and woman.

"And Roy, this is my sister Anna and her husband Sam." Roy smiled and gave them a little wave.

"Roy Mustang?" echoed Anna, and Roy gave Riza a smirk.

"I see you've heard about me?" he drawled self-righteously, but Riza shook her head. "Not from me," was her comment. Roy's smirk vanished as Anna laughed.

"Riza never talks about the men from the military," she laughed.

"Sophia just mentioned once that your Colonel's name was Roy Mustang." Riza shrugged, and Roy looked at her questioningly.

"We're gonna go dance now," Sam told them, grasping his wife's arm.

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," agreed Roy, watching them as they disappeared into the crowd. "She doesn't really look like you," he mused, turning back to Riza.

"But she has exactly the same eyes." Riza smirked.

"Yeah. My other sister has the same hair, but different eyes." Roy chuckled.

"So, which parent did you take after? Your mom, I assume?" Riza laughed.

"No, I was the oddball," was her comment.

"My dad had the blond hair and my mom had the brown eyes. Anna looks exactly like mom, dark brown hair and light brown eyes. Sophie looks like dad, light hair and blue eyes, except, of course, she's a girl." Roy smirked, fingering his glass.

"I always figured you had brothers," he admitted.

"Otherwise I don't see how you could've learned to shoot so well." Riza tried to look insulted but merely laughed.

"I am a miracle," she joked, and Roy grinned.

"A miracle that's never touched a drop?" he teased, and Riza blushed.

"Never," she admitted.

"Well, there's never been a better time to start," he told her, holding up his glass.

"Here's to you, for resisting alcohol for…"

"Twenty-five years," she told him as they clinked glasses and swallowed. Riza made a face and, to her surprise, so did Roy. It became apparent in a moment, however, that they weren't making faces for the same reasons.

"Never pegged you out as someone who'd lie about their age," commented Roy, sipping more of his drink. Riza giggled.

"Never pegged you out as one to read their subordinates profiles," she teased.

"It's no wonder you never get your paperwork done." Roy laughed.

"It's good to know what you're up against," he explained, and Riza shook her head.

"So, you and Havoc come here often?" she asked, quite out of the blue, and Roy nodded, unfazed.

"To make bets on how many girls you can get in a night?" she asked. Roy chuckled. "Close," he admitted.

"It's more with how far you can go with a girl." Riza rolled her eyes.

"I better have had a high price," she warned him, and he smiled.

"You did," he assured her.

"What was it?" she asked, curious despite herself. Roy chuckled again.

"Ten bucks to buy you a drink, twenty bucks to get you to dance with me, and twenty-five to get you to kiss me." He was about to make a joke about fraternization when Riza stood up, taking his hand.

"Well, Colonel," she said, teasing him with her smile,

"Shall we dance?" Roy laughed.

"Sure," he agreed. His conscience protested, but he couldn't see the problem with making a little money. He and Riza headed out onto the dance floor, and he hesitated for less than a second before placing one hand on her waist and entwining the fingers of his other hand with hers. She placed her free hand on his shoulder as they swayed gently to the music. "So," she asked conversationally, oblivious to the fact that none of the other couples on the dance floor were talking,

"am I more or less fun than all the other blondes you've taken onto this floor?" Roy laughed, realizing a second later he'd probably never laughed like that while holding a woman so close before.

"Definitely more fun," he promised her.

"And not only 'cause you're making me rich," he added, teasing her. She giggled.

"Hey, Colonel?" she asked, after a moment, and he muttered,

"Roy. It's Roy," before returning his voice to full volume and answering,

"Yes?" She grinned.

"If I make you enough money, will you buy me lunch tomorrow?" Roy chuckled.

"It's a date," he agreed. With that, Riza leaned in and kissed him. When they broke apart, she was pleased to see that his mouth was hanging open in shock.

"What was that for?" he asked, and she giggled a little bit.

"Well, if we're breaking fraternization laws by going out for lunch, we might as well really break them," she pointed out, and he laughed as a way of agreeing.

"Besides," she added, "If I'm doing my math right, which I hope I am, Havoc now owes you $55. That'll be one hell of a lunch." Roy leaned closer.

"Why don't we make it dinner?" he suggested, and she laughed.

"How much will you make for that?" she teased.

"Oh, that won't be for money," he assured her. "There's some things you do just because you want to." He kissed her again, oblivious to the fact that Havoc was standing a few feet away, staring at them and cursing under his breath.

"Fifty-five bucks?" he muttered angrily. "Should've known the only girl I thought Roy couldn't break would be the one he's in love with…"

There you go! Hope you enjoyed! Bye! Brooke