Chapter two! Woohoo!! I'm going to have to add notes at the end of the chapters, I think. I tend to give things away if I don't...
Oh, and I'm sorry i didn't reply to the reviews. I worked a couple of long days over the weekend and didn't get a chance to do so. Thanks for taking the time to leave one, everybody!
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The word pervert kept coming to Havoc's mind. It probably would be a great way to describe what he felt like, staring at the young girl perched on Roy's desk. Winry's skirt had ridden upward, exposing the smooth skin of her thigh without her notice. Her attention was somewhere on the opposite wall. She didn't drink often, it seemed, because it hadn't taken long for her senses to leave her almost completely. Roy was behind her, flopped into his chair with his heels propped up on some form or other. His face was slightly red as he struggled to contain his mirth. This was just too good.
"...in his underwear. He's okay 'long as it's maintenance, but any other time he gets all shy. It's so cute..."
"Is it really? And you like that sort of thing?" Havoc could sense the other man absorbing this fresh blackmail material. Winry was oblivious. She thought for a moment and nodded.
"Yeah...guess it's all the working out, but damn is he hot." She smiled and made a small, humming laugh as her eyes drooped. "Someday...I'm going to get into those shorts. 'Sides, he needs to have some fun...for once..." She mumbled something else that the two men couldn't quite catch and slowly tilted to the side, slumping across Roy's desk and pulling her legs up to her chest.
"Uh...Colonel? Sir?" Havoc ventured, interrupting his superior's sudden burst of laughter. After a moment, Roy wiped at his eyes and quieted to soft chuckles.
"Sounds like somebody's still a vi-"
"Sir, she's out." Havoc interrupted. He was starting to feel slightly ashamed of the state they'd allowed the girl to get herself into. The fact that where he was sitting allowed him a full view of her backside just intensified the feelings of being a pervert. Or maybe more like a pedophile. How old was this girl anyway?
"Didn't last long, did she?" Roy grinned and leaned over Winry's shoulder to give her cheek an inquisitive poke. "Maybe since she's going to be out for a while Fullmetal-"
"You and I both know he's not that kind of guy." Havoc shook his head. Maybe he wasn't the pervert here. "Sir, she's been here quite a while. You think maybe we should call the hotel? See if we can take her over now?
"You know," Roy pulled away from the girl and reached instead for the phone she was drooling on. "I think he'd be rather interested in coming to get her himself."
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It had been a long three days. Even with Edward's handy ability to sleep through the bumpiest train ride, by the time they reached the hotel, he was exhausted. What was worse, he and Alphonse had both been looking forward to seeing Winry at the hotel. Unfortunately, she wasn't there. A good twenty minutes of panicking over her safety had ended up with them calming down enough to decide that she hadn't come after all. Edward was a little surprised by how disappointed he was.
The disappointment brought on a bad mood that only worsened when he was alerted by the front desk that he had a call from Mustang. Said call was the reason he was currently stomping his way to the lobby and yanking the phone away from the startled desk clerk.
"What?" he snapped, not in the mood to interact with the jerk.
"Fullmetal, I need you to come into headquarters."
"...It's after midnight, you moron! I'll bring you my report tomorrow."
"Look, your girlfriend's here. She keeps saying something about getting into somebody's shorts. Sounds like she intends to deflower someone...Is that you she's talking about? You know you're a little young for that sort of thing, right?"
Edward pulled the receiver away, staring at it for a moment before pressing it to his ear again. "Winry's there? She's doing what now?"
"I said I think she's wanting to deflower someone. Won't give us a name, though." He could hear the smirk in Roy's voice. How the heck was he supposed to respond to something like that? Roy must have mistaken his silence for confusion. "Deflowering is takin-
"I KNOW WHAT IT IS!" Edward's face was getting extremely warm and he rubbed at it irritably, thankful that this conversation wasn't happening in person. "You bastard. What the hell did you do to her ?"
"Relax, she's fine. Doesn't hold her liquor well, though."
"Keep her right where she is," he ground out into the phone. "I'll be right there." Without waiting for an answer, he threw the phone into its cradle and bolted for the door. He'd go get her by himself, there was no need for Alphonse to come. He would handle this.
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To say Edward was angry when he burst into the office was a major understatement. His face darkened threateningly as his eyes immediately focused on the sight of his friend curled up and sleeping on the desk. A moment of tense silence passed and he shifted his glare to Roy.
"What did you do to her, you bastard?" His voice was dangerously soft, a tone that neither of the men had heard in the time they'd known him. Havoc shrank sheepishly down into his chair. For a moment Roy was taken aback by the intensity of the gaze boring into him. This wasn't the Edward he'd expected after calling him here. This was bad...He saw the young alchemist's eyes flicker to the girl again, worry softening the glare for an instant. Suddenly it dawned on him.
Oh crap. Now that he was thinking about it, two grown men, a girl passed out on a table, alcohol, the three totally alone in a closed office...This wouldn't look good no matter who the onlooker was. Havoc must have realized this too. He chuckled in a placating sort of way. Surely Edward knew him well enough to realize he wouldn't do something like that. A niggling voice in the back of Roy's mind insisted differently. He's just a kid! There are always stories going around too...
"Relax, nothing happened." Havoc offered.
"That's right. We offered her a drink and she accepted it. Believe me...she sounded like she needed one."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? And what. About. That ?" Edward seethed, jabbing a finger at Winry and her exposed panties. He was absolutely livid.
"She had too much. Roy told you earlier that she couldn't hold her liquor." Havoc offered. For a moment Edward's gaze moved from Roy to Havoc, to Winry and back to Roy again. It seemed as if he was more inclined to believe Havoc. With a soft growl, he stalked across the room.
His gloved fingers carefully flipped her skirt down and he maneuvered her around so that he could pull her onto his back. Tucking her legs against his sides and seeming satisfied with his hold, he turned to Roy again. "Once I've taken care of her, I'm going to kill you." Again they were met with the soft, threatening tone. Slowly, Edward turned to Havoc as well. "You...I will slightly maim." With that he left, moving carefully to avoid jostling Winry's limp form and leaving Roy and Havoc slightly startled as they watched him go.
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So. Who saw this coming? Anyone? Anyone? Who enjoyed it anyway? Hopefully most of you. In my experience, it's worse when people get really quiet when they're angry. I know Ed doesn't normally do that, but I think at that particular moment taking care of Winry would've been his priority and he would have saved the tantrum for later. What do you guys think?