--- A somewhat-true story. My friend seriously needs to stop making bets with me. HA. ---
6. Blue.
"Colonel?" Riza said questioningly as she walked into the office. He looked even more miserable than usual leaning his elbow on his desk. "What's the matter?" Roy's head slid off his hand and landed on his desk with a hollow thud.
"I order you not to laugh." He said in a muffled voice. Before Riza could ask, Roy got up and walked around to the front of the desk. Riza's jaw dropped, for once too stunned to give her usual witty comment. "It was a bet." Roy said, scowling at the floor and blushing slightly.
Riza shut her mouth walked around him to set a stack of paperwork on his desk. In a perfectly monotonous voice, she said "Don't ever bet against Havoc again." She turned and strode out of the office. At the door, she paused. Her mouth twitched in an almost-smile. "And blue is not your color in miniskirts."