Roy Mustang's Infallible Book of Pick Up Lines.
Line 5.
"And so I said," A soldier talking to Roy continued the punchline to his joke. "That's not an Icelandic Transvestite cotton farmer - That's my wife!" He finished cracking up.
Roy sighed, looking around the bar. He really needed someone with a few more braincells to talk to. And all the better still if that someone was female.
Mustang looked around the bar, for anything really, that could get him out of this conversation. Then he spotted her. Tall, blonde and stunning. Queue the harps playing and cherubs flying, this woman was beautiful. Angelic, perfect. And he could only see her from the back. He could only imagine how beautiful her front was.
He HAD to have her. ROy grinned, thinking of his latest line. This one was in the bag. All he had to do was walk up to her and nonchalantly say, "I love your dress....but it'd look alot better on my floor." And smirk his prize winning (in his imagination, anyway) smirk, and she'd be his.
"I need another drink." Roy told the soldier, getting up and walking the the bar where the beautiful blonde babe was standing. She was wearing a rather modest dark blue dress, but her figure managed to rock it.
"Excuse me?" Roy said, tapping her on the shoulder, and the stunner turned to face him.
She had a mildly suprised look on her face. "Sir, I didn't realize you were here." She said.
"Hawkeye!" Roy gasped, then tried to keep his cool. "Yes, well, I- er. Thought that was you. HAHAHAHA!" He laughed nervously, realizing he'd almost tried to pick up his lieutenant. "Well, I uh, better get back to um...that thing I was doing. Uh, bye." He walked back to his table.
Riza raised an eyebrow. This was the man she was trying to help become Fuhrer?
Line 6.
After a few days, Roy was finally gain enough to go back to the same bar he had mistakenly tried to pick up his lieutenant in. This time, without the soldier who had a really bad taste of humor.
Roy looked around the bar, wary of all blondes, until his gaze landed upon that of a brunette. She was wearing red, and looked like a total babe. Maybe not as good as Hawkeye the other night, but still she was hot. And probably not as trigger happy.
Roy sauntered over to the woman, who looked as if she was waiting for someone, and smiled charmingly.
"How much does a polar bear weigh?" Roy asked.
"How much?" The brunette replied, looking vaguely amused.
Enough to break the ice... Hi, I'm Roy."
"I'm Vanessa."
Roy held out his hand with a grin. "Would you hold this for me while I go for a walk, Vanessa?"
Okay, there's your update. Oh and for whoever asked, The finale will be Riza's turn. Hehe. Now REVIEW for me...Please? ~Little-Miss
