Mm… I like Hughes too, Mormongoth, but it's hard to write as him. So Havoc it is! I don't own FMA; so let's get moving!

"Jessica, your earrings are really pretty," said Roy. "Where did you get them?"

"They were my Mom's. She said to give them to my daughter when I get older. They're some of the best-quality amethyst."

Riza fingered her own ears. They had been pierced once, but the holes were starting to close up. She had lost her own pair when Jessica had done some "spring cleaning".

Jessica, Roy, and Riza went into the fancy restaurant. The lights were very dim, and candles were on every table.

"Oi, Jean!" called Roy.

A sleepy-looking blond fellow raised his hand in a lazy wave, and sighed. "You're late. I ordered for us already. I hope you don't mind chicken."

"Wonderful greeting. You really do have a way with words," said Roy, sitting down diagonal to him. Riza sat next to Roy, so she was across from her "Date", and Jessica sat next to Havoc.

"Well, Jean, this is Hawkeye," said Roy.

Jean raised an eyebrow. "That's an interesting first name."

Riza blushed. "Actually it's Riza. Jessica introduced me to you by last name, Roy."

Jessica shrugged, and stared into Roy's handsome dark eyes. Roy stared back with a sickeningly sweet smile. Riza wanted to gag in disgust.

'Ugh, he's perfect, but I hate this lovey-dovey crap,' she thought.

Edward laughed out loud, and Destiny gave an amused smile.

"You really were quite crude with your thoughts there," Edward choked out.

"Well just think about your thoughts, Edward-kun. How do you think yours compare?

Alphonse stifled a giggle. He was starting to think that Riza was pretty neat.

"So, Riza. Tell me about yourself," said Havoc, trying to make halfway decent conversation. "I'm a Corporal too, but I don't have any hobbies."

"Mm, I don't really do so much either. I read a lot, but mostly I just doodle."

"Doodle? Are you an artist?" Roy asked, now quite interested.

Riza blushed even more than before. "Well, it's not really anything special…"

"Don't be modest, Riza! Your art is flippin' awesome!" said Jessica, gesturing to her purse. "Show them!"

Riza shrugged, and unzipped the bag. She fished around, and pulled out a mini folder. She opened it up slowly, and pulled out a few sheets of paper. Riza fanned them so that the boys could see.

"Wow…" Jean gaped in awe.

"That's amazing!" cried Roy. "You should sell them or something! The people are so realistic, and the color choice is excellent!"

"You seem to know something about art," said Jessica, pulling a hunk of bread out of the breadbasket. She ripped it in half, and gave one half to Roy.

"Well, I did take a course a couple years ago. It was really intense, so I didn't think it was right for me," explained Roy, taking a bite after he had finished speaking.

Suddenly, the hostess came running in hysterics. She was screaming something that nobody could understand.

"What?" everybody shouted back at her.

"There's been an attack! Th-This strange man in red and blue is wreaking havoc on the city!"

"Sounds like a job for… Super Soldiers!" Jessica shouted.

Roy laughed, and stood up. Riza and Jean did the same. Roy threw some change on the table for the inconvenience.

"Okay, guys! Let's go!" he shouted.

"We'll take my car," Riza said in a fairly calm voice "I have some spare guns in the trunk!"

Jean and Roy stared at her with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"Weirdo," said Edward.

"That's our Riza, always prepared in the strangest ways possible," said Jessica, breaking the awkward silence. "Now let's go!"

All four of them bolted out of the restaurant, and Roy, Jessica and Jean threw themselves in the car. Riza opened the trunk, and pulled out 3 rifles and 3 pistols. She got into the front seat, and tossed the rifles back to the boys, and gave a pistol to Jessica. Riza strapped on her rifle, and stuck the pistols into the holster she had brought out.

"Why so many guns?" asked Jean.

"Oh, didn't we tell you? Riza's a real whiz at firearms. She was top of the class in anything to do with guns. Her last name really fits, as we always used to say she had the 'Eye of the Hawk.'"

Riza fingered the steering wheel to find a comfortable grip, and turned around. "Strap up, boys. I can be a reckless driver when the time calls."

She whipped her head around, and stepped on the gas.

Whoa, this was a really difficult chapter to write! I'm only 14, so it was hard for me to fit in all the adult stuff. But yeah, my "clever" foreshadowing is going to come into play soon.