Chapter 3: Drastic Measures
Two things are needed to keep things running smoothly at the office. Firstly, they need Hawkeye. Without her, nothing would get done.
But the second thing … the second thing is just as important as the first if not more.
Coffee.
And if that is taken out of the equation, it's not long before all hell breaks loose.
(*FMA*)
"We're out of coffee!" Havoc yells in anguish, waking up a napping Mustang from his slumber.
"Wassut?" Roy mumbles, lifting his head and rubbing his eyes. He glanced up at the clock—his nap had only lasted about an hour. That meant he still had six more hours of work to go.
"Chief, ya gotta do something!" Breda says quickly.
"You're an alchemist; can't you just make some with alchemy?" Fuery demands, tears coming to his eyes.
Mustang was beyond confused. "What are you people talking about?"
"We're out of coffee!" All of them shout at the same time, falling to the floor and practically sobbing all over each other like a bunch of babies.
"Get off the floor! And what…?" Than Mustang fully processed what had just been said. His mind went blank at the thought of it being true."Wait…We're out of coffee?"
The four continued to sob on the ground, nodding miserably.
When Hawkeye walked in twenty minutes later, it was to see all of them passed out on the floor, clutching empty mugs, practically swimming in their sea of tears.
She frowns, and walks over to where Roy was lying face down, looking suspiciously like he had been shot. Riza uses the tip of one boot to nudge his arm slightly, to make sure he was alive.
He moans loudly.
Well, there's an answer to that.
"Is something wrong, sir?" She asks, even though something obviously is very wrong.
Roy mumbles something to the carpet, but Riza doesn't understand it. "What?"
"We're out of coffee!" He shouts heartbreakingly. He looks like a lost puppy. "We searched the entire office, and there isn't enough for a single cup!"
Hawkeye stares down at him as he wraps his arms around her legs and stares up at her, expecting something with the likes of a miracle in the form of Riza.
"So? I can just-" She says, starting to reach into her bag, shaking out her legs one by one to get away from his grabby hands.
"So?" They all repeat, scrambling to their feet to surround her mercilessly.
"We can barely finish all our work as it is! How are we supposed to get anything done without coffee?" Breda wails.
"It's the only thing that keeps us awake!" Fuery agrees.
"Wait!" Mustang says, making everyone stop cold to stare at him. "We have to devise a plan to get some coffee.
Riza sighs and disentangles herself from the guys, and goes to sit down. When she pulls out her char to take a seat, it's whisked away and instead she falls to the ground with an undignified squeak.
She scowls, noting how Mustang now used her chair as a step stool. He towers over the others, yelling something about team alpha and beta, as well as the evac squad. "Sir…" She says, but is ignored
Evac squad? She questions as she pulls up another chair. This time she makes sure its under her before she sits. For a trip to the grocery store? She starts working, but doesn't get very far, as the plan they lay it is very complex and distracting.
She looks up for a minute and tries to speak up, saying, "Sir, You don't have to—."
"Quiet, Hawkeye! I'm trying to organize teams over here!"
She sighs for what seems like the millionth time and returns to her papers. Why couldn't they be this serious about things that actually mattered? They'll send me to an early grave, no doubt, Riza says to herself wryly.
"Now, Lt. your with the evac team, which will consist of you, Falman, and Fuery. Alpha team is Havoc and myself. Beta team is Breda, Falman and Black Hayate."
"What?" Hawkeye interrupts "Sir, Black Hayate is at home. Why even bother? I have some—."
Mustang waves her off. "We're picking him up on the way." He jumps down from the stolen chair. "Let's go!"
"Hey Roy, I wanted to know-." Hughes starts, his camera in hand, looking suspiciously like it had been broken.
At that time, two things happened—One, Mustang didn't notice Maes, and two, a mug with large black letters spelling out #1 Boss on it flew through the air, clocking Roy on the head.
He yelps loudly and stumbles forward crashing into his friend.
They both go down with a yell and a camera flash going off.
"Listen to me when I talk to you!" Riza shouts. "I have some coffee in my bag, I always do! That black tar stuff in the break room is terrible!"
Hughes looks at his camera and realizes something while Mustang and the rest of the crew bow at Hawkeye's feet as if she were some sort of a deity. "Huh," He says with a bright smile. "Guess it wasn't broken after all…"
The little picture displayed on the screen is one he'd never get rid of. It had caught them all at just the right moment. Hughes wasn't in the picture, aside from a tiny piece of his hand caught in the frame. In the background, Hawkeye had on her determined face, her arm thrust forward as she let go of the mug, which was shown smacking in Roy Mustang's head at a close up range.
He smiles even wider as he walks out of the room. Oh yeah. This picture was going to be cherished.
(*FMA*)
Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed or added this to favs and alerts! You guys are big part in the outcome of this lttle oneshot story thingy, so keep um coming plz!
This one was sort of stupid, but I mean, just imagine what'd happen if they ran out of coffee.
Havoc would be smoking twenty cigs more than usual, Fuery would be drooling on his paperwork, Mustang would passed out on the floor, Breda would be eating three sandwiches within a small timeframe, Falman would be reflecting on his unpopular-ness with the ladies (it's okay Falman. I still love you;) And Hawkeye would just be standing over them all, totally fine with a cup of tea instead of that blackened tar they call coffee.
Hahahhhahahahahha, anyways, thanks for the support o far, and I hope you enjoyed this one :D I make a fluffy one next! :D :D :D
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