Disclaimer - the disclaimers really arent going to get any more interesting. i ran out of good ones somewhere about 12 drabbles ago....
Drabble the Twenty-fourth! another requested drabble topic. go Havoc!
and this was the request-
"I want havoc to one-up roy. very well. so effectively that mustang has no response but a brief moment of respect."
well, there wasnt a long moment of respect, but i am sure Roy is now more respectful of Havoc's skill in his own caustic sort of way...
This couldn't be happening. There was no precedent, no logic to it. At all. That was most definitely Jean Havoc, cigarette lose in a pleasant smile, as he engaged in what appeared to be intimate conversation with a woman. Not any woman, a beautiful woman. Stunning really, with long ginger hair, heart shaped face, and wide dark eyes. A smattering of freckles graced otherwise flawless cheeks and when she moved…it was a precisely elegant motion, nothing wasted, and it appeared effortless…natural…
It made no sense at all. Havoc was lanky, loud, smoked like a chimney, and was awkward as hell around women. How was he managing to lean towards her like that, grin winningly…
Roy blinked. He had seen that particularly smooth action before, that gesture as Havoc waved the woman forward and placed his hand gently on her own…He knew those moves…they were his. The bastard was using his own moves. And damn it all, he was doing it well. Roy reached for his phone, still staring out into the street where Havoc was, apparently, effectively wooing a very eligible female.
"Hughes." A familiar voice answered the phone, sounding intent and relaxed at the same time as only Maes could manage.
"Maes. Who is Havoc seeing?"
"I am assuming from that hitch in your voice that you have met Sasha." Maes' voice was warm with amusement.
"Met, no. I am seeing her now, and I think Havoc is going to….hell, Maes, he kissed her, and she is blushing! They aren't supposed to blush when Havoc tries to put moves on them!"
"I so hope you didn't have your eyes on that one, Roy old friend. I hear she is quite fond of our Havoc."
That was the nail in the coffin, that and the fact Havoc managed to slide an arm around her waist and she didn't even try and squirm away. Roy dropped the phone onto the desk and, pulling his skills together, hauled ass out of the office. This was war.
Havoc watched Roy approach, in full seduction mode, and grimaced. He hated it when Mustang did this. But, this time, the results wouldn't be what Roy expected. He saluted his superior officer, and introduced the interested Sasha. "This is Colonel Roy Mustang."
Her mouth formed a polite smile, nothing more. She even managed to lean a little closer to Havoc. "A pleasure to meet you, sir."
Roy tried every trick in his vast arsenal, but whatever it was that Havoc had done, he had done it well. Sasha just wasn't interested. At all. Well, a man knew when to admit defeat on the current battlefield. Roy nodded a goodbye at Havoc, who was grinning like a manic, placed a polite kiss on Sasha's hand, and yielded the day to his subordinate officer.
Once back in the office he picked the phone back up, knowing Maes would be waiting, most likely for no other reason than to poke fun at his friend. "Well, I have to give the man credit, Maes. He did learn from the best."
"That as close to a compliment as you are going to get, Roy?"
Roy looked back out his window, to where Havoc was now escorting the beautiful Sasha either towards her home or to dinner, and his only response to Maes was a rather nasty observation as to the state of Havoc's genital region, which of course set Maes into a bout of rather enthusiastic laughter.
"You really can be a piss poor loser, Mustang."
Animegoil - glad you are liking the drabbles! as for where i get the ideas...mostly through some cracked out AIM chats and my own twisty mindset.... That and fanart. dear god is there some amazing fma fanart out there...