Party Time
Thursday morning rolled by, little work was accomplished in the small Easter Head Quarters office that housed Roy Mustang and his five subordinates. Paperwork was trashed, burned, and hidden (when Riza wasn't looking, of course).
When the strict First Lieutenant left for her routine practice round at the shooting range, however, all quiet was dispelled from the room. A radio was broken out, and food was de-stashed; in other words, absolute chaos enveloped EHQ without Riza to quell it.
She returned, and the music ended.
Or at least, it should have.
And she would never have learned of their daily frivolity, were it not for Roy Mustang.
Riza walked to Roy's desk, placing her perfectly filled out forms into an organized stack on the corner. She turned to file more papers, when she heard a strange, disturbing noise—a shrill, nasal sound emitting from the area around Roy's desk. She stopped in her tracks, and slowly approached the Lt. Colonel.
"Sir!"
"Hm?" he looked up from his 'work', meeting the woman's penetrating gaze with a look of absolute boredom and what he hoped was innocence. The noise stopped.
"Please do not hum in the office, sir."
"Oh. Alright."
Hawkeye kneeled on the ground and inspected a spot on the flooring. She stood, triumphant.
"Sir!"
"Yes, Hawkeye?"
"Why is there a chip under your desk, sir?" She held out the accused object; Roy paled slightly.
"Uh…Hayate was hungry and Fuery told me to…" the pathetic lie trailed off.
"Sir, Hayate is not here today."
"Oh. Well…it was yesterday," he protested.
"Sir, the cleaning crew came yesterday evening."
"Well…" His mind was quickly running out of excuses.
She leaned across his desk, her presence menacing, her glare piercing him. He was fearful for his life right now. She was only three inches from him, perfect poker face worn on her face. Her voice lowered to a whisper, so low only he could hear it.
"Next time you plan a party during work," she began; he swallowed hard. She smirked, satisfied with his reaction, and continued:
"Invite me too."
A/N: you know the drill; review if you want.