Drunk Confession

Cigarette smoke wafted through the air and music filled the bar. Mustang and his team were celebrating his promotion to general and by celebrating they meant getting smashed.

Feury; the baby of the team, had attempted to prove his masculinity by engaging in a drinking contest with Havoc and Roy only to pass out four drinks in. Havoc had proceeded to try his luck, attempting to chat up any women who passed that weren't completely out of his league.

Breda and Falman were both drinking relatively weak drinks however their table was littered with glasses and their speech was somewhat slurred. Riza, being the sensible one was still sober.

"Sir, I think you had enough to drink," Riza's voice cut through the sound of the music.

Roy blinked at her before gulping down another mouthful of Drachman vodka.

"Riza... You're my Riza," he said slowly, his face scrunched up in drunken confusion before his face split into a wide grin and he exclaimed,"My Riza!" and hugged her around her midsection.

"Sir, please let go," she attempted to pry off his arms, instead he let go and grabbed her wrists, pulling her onto his lap.

"So warm," he nuzzled into her neck as he hiccupped.

Riza could've fought his grip easily however she remained still. Although she would never admit it she was comfortable and content in her new seat.

"Sir, I really think we should get going, you've drunken more than enough," she began again, protesting weakly.

"Shhh," he put a finger to her lips and heat flooded her cheeks,"we aren't drunk."

"We?" Riza raised an eyebrow, her grip on her emotions re-established.

"You are a little but I won't tell the others," he giggled as he picked up another shot glass and swallowed its contents,"I'll get drunk with you."

"Stop drinking Roy," Riza sighed, exasperated.

He would definitely have a hangover in the morning. This seemed irrelevant as instead his face brightened and his grin widened.

"Riza said Roy... Riza said Roy, My Riza said Roy!" He began to chant, boyish face lit with childish glee,"Riza said Roy, Riza called me Roy," He pulled her into another hug,"My Riza forever!"

She froze for a moment then wrapped her arms around him, smiling slightly. His hand trailed up her back and rested on the back of her neck.

"Does my Riza wanna hear a secret?" He whispered loudly,"I love my Riza."

She blushed and her eyes widened, she knew that the alcohol was loosening his tongue. Despite this she tried to convince herself that it was the alcohol talking.

"She's the prettiest Riza ever," he continued, grinning drunkenly, dragging out her name.

"With all due respect sir," she said, "I think we should get everyone home."

"And come to bed with me after?" He looked up at her, pleading with his eyes, pressing his forehead against hers.

"I don't think that's a good idea..." She started, she couldn't think, not with those endless dark eyes staring into her soul.

"Don't worry. No touchy touchy until you stop being drunk," he hiccupped again.

She shook her head, smiling,"Okay," she relented, "let's go; the car is just outside."

With that he let her up, standing up after her and almost instantly stumbling, throwing an arm around her.

"My Riza," he said to himself happily, staring at her as she guided him to the car, depositing him in the back seat before going to collect the rest of the team,"she's MY Riza."

Roy stared out of the window, watching Riza return to the bar to collect the rest of his team. His eyes skimmed over the people nearby and he saw a man leering at 'his' Riza. His eyes narrowed as he snapped his fingers, setting the man's ass alight. Apparently his intoxication had not effected his aim at all.

Riza returned with Havoc and an unconscious Feury, depositing him besides Roy. Roy looked up at her grinning.

He crossed his arms over his chest, "Mine."

Riza hid a smile as she nodded to herself, "Yes," she whispered, "yours."