Tequila sunrise
A/N: as some of you lovely reviewers suspected, yes the inspiration for this story was Travis Willingham and Monica Riall's drinking contest story (if you haven't seen it I recommend youtubing it, very funny!) I thought exploring the concept with roy and riza could be entertaining!
I did try write this in chapter one, but im new to publishing fanfic so I must have done it wrong, sorry guys!
On the same note:
I DO NOT OWN FMA!
The colonel sat nervously at the bar, while the rest of his team chilled out with some beer, speculating who would win the upcoming contest.
This should be easy, right? He thought to himself, Hawkeye is a super sensible woman who couldn't possibly drink heavily, whilst he had quite a tolerance. Though he did have to have 2 drinks for her 1, man he wished he'd kept his arrogant mouth shut!
At that moment, the silhouette of a woman appeared in the door. She had ong legs, high heels, a trench coat and long flowing hair. Every guy in the bar stared, jaws dropped. The women moved into the light. The colonel and his team gasped, even Havoc was too gobsmacked to sneak a peak at his superior's reaction.
That's what I thought, mused Hawkeye, as she smirked at the team of comrades who appeared to have turned into some kind of jelly. She hung up her coat, and casually strolled over to the group, sat down and said 'Hey guys'
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Silence
'Guys?'
'Hawkeye you're…' Mustang managed to stammer.
Breda got to the point having regained his ability to talk 'Hawkeye you're wearing a sexy miniskirt!' And that she was. A very tiny plain black one, with black heels and a simple white shirt. She had gone for the sexy but strict teacher style, and it was working a treat, now Mustang would be too focused on her legs to notice how much he was drinking!
The colonel finally stopped ogling and cleared his throat. 'So, uhm, Havoc, I suggest you go and fetch us the first round of tequila shots, if the lieutenant can handle such a liquor' he paused 'two for me and one for the lady.' She nodded in agreement.
'Please colonel, you underestimate me. I will be more than fine.' And what they didn't know was she was right, her alcohol tolerance was much higher than any of them would imagine. This was because what they didn't know, being men, was that single girls of Hawkeyes age tend to spend their free time drinking a bottle of wine or two with their girlfriends (and Rebecca always encouraged Hawkeye to loosen up by turning up on her doorstep with a bottle in hand, and usually a few more in her bag!) or, they have a glass or so curled up on the sofa with a good book. Furthermore in her case, she had frequently tried drowning her sorrows in liquor following her father's death and Mustang leaving her in that unfriendly old house, all alone. Of course she had eventually, seen sense, sorted herself out and joined the military academy. But as a result, her drinking capacities were much higher than one might expect of a petite blonde 25 year old.
Havoc returned, with a tray of six shots, 'I thought we should begin with doubles to kick this competition off!' he exclaimed.
'Excellent idea Lieutenant, well, miss Hawkeye, bottoms up!' He handed her her first shot, and pored some salt onto the back of her hand. They both licked the salt, downed the shot and bit into their first slice of lemon.
Hawkeye reached and prepared them for the second round, and with their free hands, proposed a toast.
'Well, cheers colonel, may the best man win'
The colonel scoffed a little, but Hawkeye ignored him. Havoc noticed however, suspecting that at this current moment, his colonels thoughts were centred on just how inappropriate the term 'man' was for the stunning 1st lieutenant. Yes, he thought, my plan is going perfectly, as the two superiors slammed down their second round. Game on.