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Author's Notes: ...gotta give fireun some credit for this..mentioning something about 'riza in a skirt' in a drabble, which rule btw!...
As she stood in her office examining herself carefully in her full-length mirror, First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye could honestly admit she had now earthly idea what the heck she was doing.
She smoothed out the thick deniem material and twirled around a bit, stopping and smoothing out her pale blue tank-top as well. Her hair was down for once, falling to her shoulders like gentle waves, and not up in her normal fashion.
She smiled as she examined herself again, twirling some more and at each turn, smiling wider.
The military woman stopped and carefully walked to her desk, her knee-high black boots carefully zipped up and making a soft noise as they hit the ground. She bent over a bit and grabbed about a dozen blue bangles ranging from almost white to an almost black shades.
Slipping half of them on each arm, she shook her wrists gently. Smiling rather childishly as they clinked and clacked, she rose completly and turned around to the door. Now that she was all dolled up, it was the only thing she could do to lean against her desk and wait for her escort to come and take her away. It was only fitting to wear the miniskirt, everyone knew it was the one thing Colonel Mustang would never expect on a first date...
Author's Notes: whee! I like this one..it was the first one that WASN'T in my notebook! Nope, it came straight from my head..but yeah, R and R please!
roane the alchemist-