Tequila Sunrise

Still not owner of FMA, just to throw that out there

Havoc, was trying desperately to prop up his rather drunk superior, as the latter downed his remaining two shots, which Hawkeye had spiked, unknown by the two merry men, sat there, singing drunkenly to 'I am the one and only', which someone had put on the jukebox. Hawkeye excused herself to the bathroom, with the main intention to assess her own drunkenness. She doubted the two men would notice her absence, though she was wrong to think so…

'Where are you going miss beautiful, miss… Hawkeye?' Slurred Mustang pointing roughly in her direction accusingly. She blushed at his compliment a little.

'Why, to the bathroom, Mr handsome Mustang' She adapted to his tone.

'Well, I don't think I can permit you to leave my sight I'm afraid! You might be going there to throw up and that is… that is really bad cheating lieutenant'

'Why would I do that sir, I can clearly handle my drink better than you' she laughed as he got up to stop her but tripped over Havoc. She picked him up.

'Well,' She suggested, 'If you are that concerned, maybe you should come with me?'

Havoc's jaw dropped. AS IF Hawkeye, straight laced, rule loving, super sensible, lieutenant Hawkeye, just basically propositioned Mustang in public. This is hilarious he thought. But I don't want them to disgrace themselves, perhaps time to wrap this show up.

'I don't think that's a good idea' Hawkeye and Mustang both pouted. 'Come on guys lets put you in a cab home.

Havoc himself only lived a few minutes away from the pub, and decided to walk, Mustang how ever lived a good 15 mins away, and Hawkeye was a drunk woman wielding guns, no way she was walking home!

Havoc saw them to a taxi, and bid them goodnight, walking off into the night. I wonder if this was a good idea, he mused. Hawkeye had definitely wiped the floor with the colonel, Havoc had never seen him so wasted, and whilst Hawkeye was pretty hammered herself, she could at least stand and speak in a relatively coherent way. The way she had interacted with the colonel, all inhibitions gone, could not have been much closer to Havoc's suspicions. They so wanted each other. And if he was honest he thought they were perfect. He knew they'd known each other from childhood, and they kept each other nicely balanced. The two were willing to die for one another. If that's not love, he thought then who knows what is. Besides, he drunkenly realized, if Mustang and Hawkeye finally hook up, maybe the colonel would stop stealing his girlfriends! Yes, this was definitely a good idea. He collapsed into bed, wondering what state his superiors would turn up to the office in tomorrow, and whether they would arrive together, or separately!

Meanwhile, back at the cab across the street from the iron dog; Mustang wrenched the door open and fell over with the door. Hawkeye was laughing so hard she also lost her balance, and fell on top of him. They lay there laughing, and as they stopped, they started into each others eyes, his black tunnels, hers amber jewels. Their hearts began to beat faster.

'Hey do you guys want this cab or not?'

They looked at each others eyes again, and burst into fits of the giggles.

'You know lieutenant Hawkeye, my dear, I think we should take a long walk home, maybe, we should scenic way the go?'

She laughed at him again 'Tempting as that sounds sir, im not sure you still possess the ability to walk… and I do not,' she stumbled a little herself as she extended a hand to pull her superior up 'want to carry you home'.

She pushed him into the cab, climbed in somewhat ungracefully behind him, and slammed the door. '16 walton grove please mr taxi cab driver man!' She demanded. Mustang had kind of snuggled into her shoulder, and was stroking her hair.

'You have really pretty hair' he said I always liked, I liked it better now its long, it looks so soft I want to stroke it'

She blushed, and simply allowed him to continue his hand movements through her hair.

By the time they had reached Hawkeye's apartment, Mustang was fast asleep, snoring most ungracefully. There's no way I can leave him like this, thought Hawkeye. The cab stopped, and she gave him a prod. Nothing.

'Sir? Sir? Sir sir SIR WAKE UP GODDAMMIT!' nothing. Right.

Slap

'OW YOU CRAZY WOMAN WHAT WAS THAT FOR'

'what you wouldn't wake up, and you totally snore like an elephant, I'm sooooo telling everyone this!' he started to protest 'oh shut up and get out'

'Do I live here? When did I move house?'

'This is my house sir, I think you should stay on my couch tonight, don't think you'll make it to your place. I'm gonna make you a cup of tea.' They walked into her house.

'I wanted to make pizza'

'Tough'

'Oooooh Hawkeye you're so sexy when you're stern! Are you gona punish me?' He winked.

She rolled her eyes and deposited him on the couch. As she turned to walk to the open plan kitchen section of the room, she giggled to herself. Mustang was flirting with her. He never did this, mainly cos she could have shot him for trying, but she wished he could. Who thought of that dumass fraternization law anyway? Fuck that, she had Mustang in her apartment and she was not willing to be good and rule abiding anymore. No rule had the right to keep her from someone she cared so much about, who made her smile, and understood her completely. She loved Mustang. And she knew he felt similarly, she could see it in his eyes everyday, he was willing, but just afraid to admit what it meant to herself, afraid of rules. But she was not going to deprive them either longer.