A/n: This isn't a reject because I didn't like it, because I did. However I felt like doing something a little different for the theme so I wrote the revised version that I felt was better written, so this one is going here. It's humor with some pizza in the beginning and a little sex at the end. :)


#18 PIZZA TIME

"I can't believe you had pizzas delivered to the office Havoc." Breda grumbled.

Havoc just smiled. "It's better than the crap they serve here."

"You ordered three pizzas, no wonder women hate you, you're probably nothing but fat under that uniform,"

Havoc's eyes flashed. "Do I look fat to you?"

"I bet you're wearing a girdle,"

Havoc snorted as he scooped up the pizzas. "If it makes you feel better, I'm sharing them with Mustang," he stuck his tongue out. "And you get none,"

With that said Havoc made his way to Mustang's office.

"How do you like that Breda?" he mumbled smugly to himself. "You have to eat that slop in the mess hall," he reached the colonel's door. "While me and Roy," he opened the door. "Get to have—" his eyes widened. "Hawkeye!"

He slammed the door behind him, pizzas still in hand, and heart beating rapidly.

He'd had no idea Hawkeye was so flexible.

END