Jean Havoc loved to smoke. No questions asked. Everyone who knew him couldn't deny that he always had a cigarette in his mouth. He would chew on his cigarette when he was nervous, and talk around it when he had something to say. But it was always there.
Until one day. Havoc woke up in the morning to find out that he was down to two smokes. "Woah. Didn't know that I was running so low," He rubbed his blond hair. "I'll stop off and get more after work." He got up, showered and got dressed. Same as usual. He retrived his car keys from where they always were, and set off to the base.
"Hey Hughes," Havoc drawled, leaning on the side of Hughes's desk. "You got a cig on you?" Hughes smiled and shook his head. "Nope. Sorry, I quit smoking right after I married Gracia. Oh! That reminds me. I have new pictures of Elicia with me today. You wanna see 'em? Huh? I just know you do!" Havoc held up his hands and backed away. "Woah! I--er-- gotta get a coffee! Yeah, Colonel asked me to run down and get coffees for him an' Hawkeye. I'll just take a raincheck on those pictures!" And he left before Hughes could say another word.
"Damn. Guess I'll ask--" Havoc was cut off as he heard a loud bang coming from the end of the hallway. "Whaddayamean!" a loud voice yelled. "It's not like I blew up that building on purpose!" Havoc casually walked to the source of the noise and knocked on the door. "Come in," Roy Mustang called smoothly. "Hey there chief!" Havoc announced, poking his head in. "You wouldn't happen to have a spare smoke lyin' around, would ya?" Roy shook his head. "Sorry. Haven't smoked since Ishbal." Havoc sighed. Then brightened. "You wouldn't have one would ya?" he asked Ed Elric, who was sitting in a chair in front of Mustang's desk. "Do I look like I smoke?" Ed said angrily. Havoc held up his hands and backed out of the room.
Havoc stepped outside of the base and sighed again. He let the cigarette fall from his mouth and crushed it with his heel. Putting his last one between his lips, Havoc decided not to let it until later. Maybe he could make it last the rest of the day.
Happy about his idea, Havoc walked back into the base and continued to ask around for charity cigarettes. He was absolutley stunned that so few people smoked in the military base. And he was aching to light the one between his lips. All of a sudden, something bumped into him from behind, knocking the unlit cigarette from his mouth.
Havoc gave a moan of anguish and picked up the ruined cig. "Oh I'm so sorry!" exclaimed Cain Fury. "Are you okay?" "In a manner of speaking," Havoc muttered. "Yeah, I'm fine Cain." Fury smiled. "That's good. I brought you these," he held up a pack of cigarettes. "Colonel Mustang says you don't work as well if you don't have these." Havoc gaped at the pack of cigarettes that the smaller man was holding up. They were his brand too. "Thank you," he liberated the box from Fury and instantly placed one in his mouth. "You're a lifesaver Cain." Fury grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I do what I can."