Tequila sunrise chapter 3
A/N: Sorry its been a while since last chapter, been moving out of uni halls!
NIGHTMARE!
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2 shots in, and I'm feeling all good, Hawkeye thought. The colonel, having had four was looking ok. I need to pick up the pace she thought, my best chance of winning is to make him drink too much too fast! She also thought that standing up and walking sexily to the bar would dull the colonel's senses some more. Cheap trick, but all is fair in love and war right?
'Ok il get the next few rounds' and with that she slowly got up, throwing her legs in the air dramatically to climb over the bench styled seats. It worked, Mustang already looked ready to fall right off his chair, and she was pretty sure the saying was 'one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor', so looked like she was ahead of schedule. She smirked her way over to the bar, and placed an order for 3 more rounds.
Meanwhile, the Colonel sat with a fixed gawk on his face. Hawkeye had always been beautiful to him, he had always thought she looked hot even in those ghastly blue uniforms, but this was something else. She is SMOKING hot, he mused internally. He wasn't sure if his brain was just a little cloudy from the liquor in his belly, but he suddenly wondered whether he had a shot with her. He of course fantasized and wished for it all the time. But never thought it was possible. But it seemed possible to him that his lieutenant had gone all out to look good for him, come out with him instead of gone on a date, and was walking back with 6 more shots for him… was Hawkeye trying to get him drunk. She would succeed he thought, I'm already feeling it. On the other hand, maybe if Hawkeye was drunk, she'd forget about the dumass rules that prevented them from being together. Yup, he thought as she deliberately flashed him some cleavage and smiled at him seductively as she set the tiny glasses in front of him, she so wants me, and why wouldn't she, everyone loves me!
'Come on guys drink up! Havoc, who had had a few drinks himself by this point, encouraged his superiors. They had now consumed 7 / 14 shots each. And boy was it starting to show. Mustang had nearly been thrown out for yelling at every single patron and then even more so, the bar tender, for 'stealing his wallet', which had in fact been in his back pocket the whole time. He was most embarrassed but also delighted as Hawkeye reached her hand into his back jeans pocket, drunkenly falling onto him a little and grabbing him, then producing the wallet and dangling it in front of his face, whilst laughing so hard she nearly made them both fall over.
Things, Havoc thought, as he witnessed said event, could not be going more swimmingly.
He returned to the table to find Mustang singing loudly as the others laughed (Hawkeye sort of giggled) and placed one more round down, placing himself next to Mustang, who proceeded to half put his arm round Jean and half collapse onto the back wall.
'You know, Havoc, man, you you…' Slurred Mustang, totally unaware of anything going on around him, 'you are the BEST fucking friend like fucking ever man, you bought me TEQUIIIILA' he squawked, pitch breaking on the last word. 'I like literally LOVE you right now. I hope you know that'.
Hawkeye, in her pretty damn tipsy but still sharpish thinking and scheming state, took this distraction to cheat a little. Falman had left to sleep already, and Breda was told by Havoc to take Fuery, who certainly could not handle his drink, home, before he vomited, he was starting to look rather green. She poured a little of the colonel's next to shots out, and added a little of Havoc's whisky to each one.
Bingo she thought, yup, this was so in the bag.