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“You know, you really should be more excited,” Hughes muttered under his breath as the two walked side by side down the street. It was cool for a summer night which gave them a nice break from the heat.
Roy tilted his head back and actually allowed the slight breeze to flow through his hair, not worrying too much about having to fix it when they arrived. “And why is that?”
“Tonight could be the night you meet your dream girl and finally get married!”
Roy let out a breath. “That’s more your style.” His friend would never let up about him settling down with a woman. Despite saying that, he couldn’t bite back the smile on his lips.
“Hey, I’m already married to the greatest woman on this planet!” Hughes exclaimed and then gasped. “Oh, I have to show you this photo we took last night!”
The second Hughes' hand slid into his pocket, Roy raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you show me that one this morning?"
“My lovely wife Gracia is just so beautiful! She deserves to be shown off multiple times!”
Roy shook his head at his friend’s antics. The two were heading to their usual bar for a couple of drinks after a long work week. It was Thursday and Roy had his fair share of difficult problems in the office.
So. Much. Paperwork.
He thought he would have drowned in it, and to make matters worse, the Lieutenant nagged him consistently about getting it done on time. She was right but it didn’t help the stress. After a couple late nights in the office, it managed to get completed so now it was time to unwind. The upcoming day off was absolutely needed too.
“And I bought her the most beautiful dress I had ever seen!” Roy snapped back into reality at Hughes’ excited tone. “The frills were so flattering! See this?” A photo was instantly shoved in Roy’s face. Elicia and Gracia stood together in matching flowy blush pink dresses with various hairclips that Elicia obviously added. “Aren’t they adorable!?” Hughes basically had hearts for eyes.
Roy huffed and said nothing, hoping it would cause him to stop, even though he knew that wouldn’t be the case.
The bar was an old fashioned dark brown wooden building that had been there for years. It was small but had an incredible menu and the service was top notch.
The two stood near the entrance to decide where to take a seat for the evening. They usually took residence at the counter as it was definitely the best spot in the house. It had a small phonograph on the side that they could play records on and some of the comfiest bar stools but unfortunately, every single seat had been taken.
“Well, where do we go?” Hughes peered around for an open spot. “Want to find a booth?”
“Yeah,” Roy replied as his eyes scanned the room quickly. “That sounds like a good idea.”
They slowly made their way to an open booth but a blonde haired woman at the counter caught Roy’s attention right away. The second he stopped walking, Hughes followed suit while he tried to figure out what was going on.
The woman had her back turned but Roy knew who it was. She wore a lavender coloured shirt and a navy skirt, an outfit he had seen her in before. What was she doing here? Before he could say anything, a man approached her with two drinks in his hands. Roy’s shoulders tensed even further when he recognized the man.
“Hey uh, a nice woman such as yourself shouldn’t be empty handed,” Havoc said, trying to sound as smooth as possible, but failing miserably. “Could I interest you in one of these drinks?”
Roy immediately lunged forward, only to have a hand squeeze onto his arm to keep him planted. Was Havoc seriously trying to make a move on his Lieutenant of all people? His mind raced as all possibilities came to light. Would she accept his advances? Was that why she was even here to begin with? To hook up with a guy? That couldn't be right. The bar scene wasn’t her thing but that didn't stop his pulse from increasing at the potential of him being wrong.
“Easy,” Hughes warned.
Roy took one look at his friend and let a shaky breath escape his nose. Hughes was right. He couldn’t have an outburst and cause a scene.
When Hawkeye turned around, the flash of fear in Havoc’s eyes made it clear that he knew he had five seconds to create a will. “I uh, um, I didn’t, uh-”
“Good evening, Second Lieutenant Havoc.”
His face was the colour of tomatoes and he couldn’t stop stammering. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t think you were- it was you!”
Roy could barely keep back the smirk that threatened to escape. The Lieutenant definitely looked different in her civilian clothing so it would be easy to make that mistake. It just proved that nobody knew her as well as he did. He recognized her immediately and god, did she look gorgeous tonight in that outfit. Not that she didn’t look beautiful in her military uniform but there was something about seeing her in civilian clothing with her hair down.
“Woooooooow you’re literally an idiot!” Catalina snorted as she appeared out of nowhere and slung an arm over Hawkeye’s shoulder.
“Yeah gee, thanks for announcing it to the entire bar,” Havoc mumbled, cheeks still burning. His head tilted down as he pushed both drinks as far away from him as possible. He leaned against the counter and clearly wanted everyone to forget about what had just happened.
Catalina took one look at the glasses and scoffed. “You thought you could win over a girl with those?”
“W-What! What’s wrong with them?”
“FYI, just because we’re girls doesn’t mean we like that sweet shit." She rolled her eyes. “Try again.”
“Most girls like them,” Havoc argued back. “That’s why they’re all over the menu.”
“So you’re saying that you think Riza would like those sugary fruity drinks?” She quirked an eyebrow at him.
“I didn’t know it was her!”
“Rebecca,” Hawkeye had a small amused smile on her face as she spoke in a calm voice. “It’s alright.”
“Like hell it is!” Catalina turned to the bartender. “I’ll take whatever beer you’ve got and then a bottle of the most expensive wine for my friend here!”
Hawkeye opened her mouth to retort but Catalina was having none of it. “Live it up a little!” She grinned. “You’re not allowed to leave until that bottle is finished and I mean empty! 100% empty!”
The Lieutenant wasn’t one to drink much, if at all. Roy had only seen her have a glass or two of wine before at a previous work party and that was it. The other officers tried to get her to drink more but she wouldn’t budge and insisted on water after that. Catalina was dreaming if she expected her to finish that entire bottle herself.
“Well? Are you going to go over there or are you going to continue drooling?” Hughes playfully nudged Roy who rolled his eyes. Perhaps he could go over there and have a glass or two to help finish that bottle.
“Look who the cat dragged in!” Catalina exclaimed loudly as if she were already three shots deep.
The second Roy locked eyes with the Lieutenant, his heart jolted. The way her eyes lit up melted him. It was subtle, but he caught it and loved every second of it.
“Good evening, Colonel Mustang and Lieutenant Colonel Hughes,” she said while holding onto the stem of her wine glass.
Havoc had sweat drops on his forehead. He prayed that Roy hadn’t overheard what he had said to the Lieutenant. As entertaining as it would be to freak him out, Roy decided to pretend he knew nothing.
Catalina ordered a round of drinks for everyone and the night started. Roy, Hughes, and Havoc all stood and hovered around the bar for around twenty minutes until seats slowly became available. Then it transformed into their domain.
“Isn’t she just the cutest!? The cutest girl in the whole world!” Hughes had trapped Havoc and was going through all of the photos he had on hand which happened to be a scary amount.
Catalina had already vanished to god knows where so Roy leaned in a bit more and poured himself another glass of wine. He had finished his initial glass of whiskey and opted to help the Lieutenant out with the bottle. He did have to give Catalina credit for having a good taste in wine. “Want another?” he asked Hawkeye.
He half expected her to decline but she nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
He smiled at her and gently poured the burgundy liquid halfway up her glass. “I’m surprised to see you in a bar of all places.”
She gave him a knowing look. “Rebecca insisted I come along with her.”
He hummed. “Are you having a good time at least?” It was hard to tell with her sometimes.
She nodded. “I know Rebecca is too, wherever she went off to.”
Roy could only imagine what trouble she had gotten into. He laughed. “Yeah, hopefully we won’t have to drag her out of here.”
Hawkeye took another sip of her wine. It was larger. He kept his eyes on her but her gaze remained on her wine glass. Roy didn’t mind when there was silence between them. It was comforting to just be in each other’s presence. He took a sip of his own glass and listened to Hughes still gushing about his wife and daughter in the background. Havoc was nothing but polite but even he was attempting an escape route.
“So, do you have any weekend plans?” Roy asked her. He swirled the liquid in his glass.
“Nothing as of yet,” she replied and took another sip.
Roy knew of some things she did in her spare time but he didn’t know everything. She wasn’t one to share too much information.
“How about yourself?”
Roy smirked a bit. “I just plan on taking it easy, after all, this week was surely something.”
She had that usual serious facial expression of hers as she stared at him over top of her glass. “Someone had to take the reins, sir.”
Part of him wished she’d drop the professionalism between them at times like these but he knew she wouldn’t. They were superior and subordinate after all. “Ahh,” he chuckled. “Never going to cut me a break, are you?”
“You can’t be trusted on your own.”
“So vicious,” he joked and leaned back into the back of his chair. “Well, it’s a good thing I have you on my side.”
The little smile hidden behind the lip of her glass said everything he needed to know.
A good couple of hours passed and to Roy’s surprise, the two of them managed to polish off that bottle and had to order another. Catalina still hadn’t come back and both Havoc and Hughes had taken off somewhere so the two of them stayed at the counter, both happily chatting away.
Calm jazz from the phonograph really set the mood and Roy couldn't help himself get lost in it. He caught himself staring at her, even when her gaze was elsewhere. The alcohol had her cheeks a nice blush pink that was a cute look on her.
Throughout the hours, Hawkeye started leaning in really close to him whenever she talked and her volume had increased enough for Roy to notice. Not that he wasn’t feeling the alcohol himself. Things were blurry and it felt so good to be drinking with his Lieutenant, just the two of them. There were times where he imagined kissing her but dismissed those thoughts away. It was clearly the alcohol talking, but as the night went on, the fight between staying professional versus giving into his desires became tough. Her leaning in close to him wasn’t helping in the slightest either.
“Sir?”
His eyes snapped back up to meet hers. God, how long had he been staring at her lips? Did she notice? “Sorry Lieutenant,” he cleared his throat and pushed his chair back an inch or two. “What were you saying?”
“I was asking if I could have another glass," she said, pointing to the glass that sat in front of him.
“Oh, of course.” He took some time opening the bottle, his foggy vision not helping. Given that she was also probably at his state, he decided to cut the alcohol for himself. After all, someone had to protect her. She could normally defend herself if something happened but in her current state, he wasn’t so sure.
“Thank you, sir.” She took the glass back and automatically took a sip, except this time, they were more like gulps. Roy watched in small concern. He didn’t want to be rude but at the same time, he had never seen her do that before.
She was entirely focused on finishing her glass and did within that minute. She slid it over to him once again and slowly blinked. Roy’s stomach did a funny flip at her current appearance. Every other officer they worked with had gotten completely smashed before but never Lieutenant Hawkeye. That was unheard of.
“Sir?”
The Lieutenant looked at him with half lidded eyes and gave the glass another push with her hand. Her entire body leaned forward far enough that her chair wobbled on the two legs. Roy could smell the wine on her breath.
Damn it… What was the right move now? Taking her home would be the typical suggestion but it wasn’t so easy given their jobs and ranks. One mention of “Colonel Mustang and Lieutenant Hawkeye leaving the bar together” could land them both in trouble. It was the reason they rarely did things like this without being in a group. Roy brushed his bangs back out of his eyes. Normally he would get Catalina to take her home but there were no signs of her or the other officers anywhere.
Maybe if they were fast-
No, they’d just have to wait for the others to get back.
As much as he wanted her close to him, he had to remain professional while in the public eye. “You should probably sit back so the chair doesn’t tip over,” he said with a small chuckle. She did as he said but still had her hand pushing her empty glass towards him.
One more, that’s all he’d give her.
He pushed the filled glass back. Her tolerance was quite impressive. Most people, especially women, wouldn’t have been able to drink as much. If he were honest, it was nice to see this side of her.
“Have another drink, sir,” she slurred out and took a sip out of her glass.
One normally shouldn’t deny her request but he had to focus on her. “Oh no, I’m quite full actually.”
She simply stared at him before gazing down at the glass in front of her. “It’s good.” Hawkeye shifted ever so slightly and gently bumped the wine bottle. It rocked and with a quick swipe, Roy managed to save it, thank god. The last thing they needed was a pile of broken glass.
She took another sip but this time, it looked as though lifting her arm was the biggest challenge yet. It wobbled as it brought the drink to her lips and Roy briefly prepared to catch it. “Colonel,” she started and raised her voice, wine in hand. “You should have another drink.”
She was going to spill it for sure. Either by tipping it or dropping it. Where were the others? He had to get her out of here. She handled her alcohol extremely well but everyone lost to it eventually.
“Colonel,” she said even louder. She had her typical serious expression but this time it was mixed with glazed eyes. “Drink with me.” She raised the glass in the air and a little bit of wine dribbled down the side.
He immediately grabbed hold of it and helped her bring it back to rest on the bar counter. “Why don’t we head back instead?” His head still swirled too but Hawkeye was now at the state where she needed someone to put her to bed before she did something she’d regret tomorrow.
She gently shook her head and pushed the glass again.
“That’s an order, Lieutenant.”
Even her drunk self slightly flinched and he felt a tad guilty for going that route so quickly but enough was enough. He needed to take her home.
She said nothing else and slid off her seat. Roy instantly reached out to balance her unsteady stance. “Hang onto me, okay?”
“Is that an order too, sir?”
Her words slurred and he wasn’t sure what to make of them. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is.”
Her hands fisted the fabric of his black suit to try to keep herself steady. Roy slid a handful of bills towards the bartender and slowly made their way out of the bar.
Hawkeye didn’t say a word for the entire trip. She wobbled pretty badly and Roy was happy that he made that call to get her out of there. Havoc, Hughes, and Catalina had vanished so he had no other choice. He was pretty sure nobody saw them except the bartender.
Roy felt movement from her and noticed that her breathing had gotten heavier. “Lieutenant?”
He stopped walking but his grip remained tight. Her head drooped and her eyes were closing and opening back and forth.
“Hey, stay with me, okay? We’re almost there.”
His apartment was only a couple of blocks away but if she was crashing that fast already, he might have to carry her. Not that she was really walking much on her own at that point anyway.
He hurried up his speed and unlocked his door quickly, locking it behind them. A breath escaped his lips as he turned the lights onto his place with his Lieutenant still clinging onto him. Something about having her there gave his stomach butterflies. She was heavily intoxicated so it wasn’t the same as his fantasies that he imagined far more often than he should, but he wasn't about to complain.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he said to her as he slipped off his shoes with his feet.
Hawkeye’s head snapped back up and her eyes were fully glazed over as she stared at him. Roy froze. Their faces were incredibly close to each other and her puffs of breath hit his face. She wiggled in his grasp, pushing on his shoulder with one hand to try and stand up straight. Her brown eyes moved all over his face and landed on his lips where she raised a shaky finger.
Roy could barely move and suddenly his entire body burned. Her finger gently traced his lips and having her soft skin rub against him while she looked at him that way had his brain spinning more than the alcohol did.
“Colon…el…” she breathed out.
“Yes?” God, his voice came out way higher than he meant to. He had to cut this out! As much as he didn’t want it to stop, he couldn’t give into what his brain was telling him. He cleared his throat and tried to calm down. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He gently grabbed her finger and lowered her entire hand to hold onto his waist. She didn’t say anything and he took several deep breaths as they walked to his bedroom.
Getting her into bed was easy. Hawkeye laid down on her own which Roy was thankful for. Her blonde hair sprawled around her head and she looked like an angel. The fact that she was lying in his bed had him all giddy like a schoolgirl. He was pathetic.
Before he could get too sucked into her beauty, he got to his feet.
“Roy,” she whispered.
Everything in him stalled and goosebumps formed on his arms.
“Roy,” she whispered again. A hand gripped around his wrist, gently pulling it towards her. “Please.”
She hadn’t called him that since the Ishvalan days. They had been in tents trying to get whatever amount of sleep they could. Hawkeye always had trouble sleeping there, not that he could blame her. She’d volunteered to remain on guard, no matter how many times Roy insisted she get some sleep. Throughout that entire war, he felt extreme guilt and responsibility for her even being there in the first place. She told him that she joined on her own free will but he knew that if it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have even thought about joining the military.
One night it was just the two of them in the tent and Roy told her to go take her turn of sleep. She laid down but finally broke. Roy knew that it was her conversion with Kimblee earlier that day that caused her to snap. He had told him to shut up but the message had already sunk deep. Roy kneeled by her side while she cried. It nearly tore him in two to witness and he wanted nothing more than to send her home.
She begged him to stay by her side, to not leave her, and he spent the night laying beside her. It broke his heart to see her innocence get shattered and for him to have been the reason for it. They laid there with her back pressed into his chest, his arm around her to keep her safe. He’d protect her with his life.
She managed to fall asleep in that position and Roy didn't move an inch to keep her asleep for the remainder of the night. His eyes were fully open, making sure to stay awake on guard the entire time.
Tonight, she gave him the same expression. Those soft begging eyes. Roy gulped and was practically deafened by his thumping heart.
Her grip on him tightened but she didn't speak. She simply stared up at him with lips in a straight line.
Roy wanted nothing more than to lay down next to her with his arm wrapped around her side again. He wanted to fall asleep to her warmth and wake up to it every morning. But that couldn't happen now and they both knew it. He had to push back his feelings. Even he caught her almost slipping up here and there at work but quickly catching it. It was painful. He loved what they had, boy did he ever, but going that extra mile with his Lieutenant Hawkeye would be a dream come true.
Unfortunately for both of them, it would remain a dream.
"You know I can't do that, Lieutenant." The second those words left his mouth, he regretted saying it.
Her gaze fell to the bedsheets. "Please don't leave me…"
That immediately got his attention. "Hey, what's this about?" Roy took a seat at the edge of the bed. She was drunk but there was always some truth behind every drunk thought.
She remained silent and stared at the sheets.
"I'm never going to leave you," he said softly. Why was she saying all of this? What had been going through her mind? Was this something constantly worrying her? That he’d get up one day and leave her?
Everything in Roy's head instantly cleared at her watery eyes. "Hey," he said ever so gently. "Talk to me. What's going on?"
"You're going to leave me," Hawkeye whispered, clenching Roy's arm tighter. "You will. I can't-" She let out a large breath.
What was she talking about? He'd sooner drop dead than leave her. The way she trembled meant that she truly believed it and that stung his heart. "I'd never leave y-"
"You won't wait. You won't. You won't." Hawkeye rambled those words on repeat as she curled in on herself. "You won't. You won't. You won't."
Roy placed both of his palms on her shoulders in hopes that would relax her. “I'm not leaving." His brain scrambled as he tried to figure out why she was so convinced he'd leave her behind. What set this off? Was it something he did?
Her fingers dug deep into his skin. ‘You won’t wait,” she trembled. “It’ll take a long time.”
The temptation to pull her close and let her know just how he felt about her surfaced but he couldn’t overstep the boundaries they had both silently set. She was so distraught over something and he couldn’t put his finger on what. She spoke as though he was supposed to know what she meant and he felt so stupid for not catching on. “I’m sorry Lieutenant, I don’t understand. Wait for what?”
She peered up at him with glassy eyes and pressed her lips tight. It was as if she didn’t want to say it.
“Please tell me,” Roy said softly. “I want to help.”
Her grip on him loosened a bit.
“...Me.”
Roy stiffened and blinked at her with wide eyes. He didn’t hear her clearly, did he? She whispered it so quietly. No, no, he heard her properly, but, wait for her for what? What was she talk-
He just about choked when everything clicked into place.
Fraternization laws.
It couldn’t be that. It seemed silly to even consider but it made sense given what she had been saying.
When her eyes finally let go and tears slowly rolled down the sides of her face, Roy leaned over her in a panic. “Hey Lieutenant, it’s okay.”
It wasn’t okay and they both knew it.
Hawkeye sat up, wavering side to side, and went straight for Roy. With a fist in his shirt, she shoved her face into his chest. She didn’t make a sound but her entire body shuddered constantly and it slaughtered him. Without better judgment, he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back.
How long could they go on like this? Pretending that there wasn't something more between them? Roy couldn’t count the amount of times he laid in bed thinking of her and being afflicted about his feelings. Hell, even tonight had been a struggle. He understood why those laws were put in place, but it didn’t make it easier to deal with.
He knew Hawkeye understood and respected those laws as well, but clearly he hadn’t been the only one having a hard time keeping things status quo. Sure, they could get married but that would mean they could no longer be superior/subordinate. The thought of her being anyone else’s Lieutenant made him sick.
Her head lifted up and she slowly wiped her face with the sleeves of her shirt. There was a certain look in her eye that he knew what she was asking.
“You know we can't,” he whispered, those words stinging. He let go and slid a little backward to give her space. One kiss wouldn’t make or break anything and nobody would find out, but that wasn’t the problem. If they gave in, it would only be harder to pull away.
Her gaze fell to his lips as she let out a whisper. “Yeah...”
A voice in his head told him to give in and do it, just this once. If he were being honest, it was incredibly tempting. She was warm against him and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and let her in.
New tears rolled down her face but she wiped furiously, trying her hardest to clear them. With a shaky breath, he ran a hand through his bangs. He hated seeing her cry. “Do you understand just how hard it is to not give in right now?”
Hawkeye sniffed and her puffy red eyes widened. “Really?”
He snorted a breath. Why did that come as a surprise? “Of course.” He wanted to say more, but that already was questionable as it was.
A small smile grew on her face. “I think about it a lot. All the time. And you smell really good.” She inhaled best she could and sighed, her words slurred. “Like right now. Smells like cologne… and burning… smoke. Like fire.”
The more she rambled on, the more his pulse increased. Hearing this come from her was something special that he’d remember forever. Sometimes he wondered if he was imagining her liking him, so to actually hear her say it caused him to melt.
“That pout you do when I tell you to do your work. You mumble when you don’t understand some of the paperwork. Black Hayate tells me to quiet down sometimes.” She let out a drunken giggle that was the cutest thing Roy had ever heard. She wiped her eyes again and sniffed loudly, nose fully plugged. Her body toppled forward, being fully supported by Roy's chest. He flinched a bit but stayed perfectly still.
"Lieutenant?"
She hummed, voice vibrating against his shirt. "My name is Riza," she slurred. "Call me that."
He faltered. It seemed silly but he didn’t know how she’d react to him using her first name. He hadn’t used it since he studied under her father. "Is it time for bed… Riza?" It felt foreign to say her name but at the same time, it felt good, very good.
She nodded and managed to lay back down on her own. It was slower than normal but her hair returned to the same angel position from earlier. Her eyelids were heavy but she managed to keep him locked in her sight.
A smile couldn't help but break through Roy's lips. "Are you comfortable?"
A hand reached up and when it cupped his cheek, he almost let out a squeak.
Don't do it, Mustang. Don't do it, Mustang.
Riza opened her mouth but then closed it again. Was she going to do what he thought she was going to do? Not that he could blame her as he had been thinking about it the entire time as well, but he couldn't give in. He knew when she sobered up that she would scold herself if he let her follow through.
"I just want to…" she breathed out, eyes closing ever so slowly. "I just want to… touch you."
This woman would be the death of him.
The warmth from her hand sent shivers down his entire body. He was frozen in his spot as it gently caressed his cheek back and forth. It was good that he shaved before coming tonight.
Given how her eyes were basically shut, he wasn't sure what she was thinking but tried to focus on her touches instead.
After two more strokes, her arm landed softly on the bed. Her lips gently parted and puffed breaths.
“Lieutenant?”
The alcohol probably finally overtook her but he still held onto that tiny glimpse of hope that he’d be able to talk with her for a bit longer. The only thing that moved was the rise and fall of her chest. "Are you awake?" he asked, fully knowing the answer.
Tonight was surely something. Seeing the playful side of her was precious and it brought a smile to his face. It was nice when she let go of her usual serious demeanor around him. It didn't happen often. Sure, she had been drunk, but it still was cute nonetheless. There were times back when they were teenagers where she'd give bits and pieces of being a typical teenage girl and tonight really felt like those moments.
He let out a slow, strong breath. He remained sane. Just barely. There were a few close calls but he was glad he abstained. There was no point in getting caught up in drunken emotions and doing something they'd regret.
He leaned forward and cautiously tucked the comforter up to her chin. She still breathed through her mouth and Roy couldn't help but linger there, enjoying the sound of her breathing. It was so comforting. His heart had taken the reins and pounded deep in his chest. Riza Hawkeye truly was over at his place and sleeping in his bed.
This is what it could be like.
His eyes ripped away from her and he closed the door. He leaned against it to take a breath before getting comfortable on the couch.
Since the alcohol had cleared from his head, another drink sounded like a good idea. Perhaps a nice whisky on the rocks would suffice. He took his sweet time preparing the drink, trying to forget about the woman sleeping in his bedroom.
The phone rang and scared him enough to almost throw the entire bottle onto the floor. “Hello?”
“Where the hell are you!?”
Roy shot the phone away from his ear. That was damn loud! “Who am I speaking with?”
“Where did you take Riza? If you two are getting it on, I-” Muffled sounds came from the phone and her voice sounded farther away. “I’m talking to him right now!”
Roy let out a breath. He did not feel like dealing with this. “Catalina, please hand the phone to either Hughes or Havoc.” Honestly he hoped for Havoc. Hughes wouldn’t be any better.
“Not until you tell me where you and Riza split off to!”
Taking a sip of whisky, he crossed a leg over the other. “I walked the Lieutenant home and then went back to my-”
“Likely story,” she snorted. He could practically see her deadpan expression. “Put her on the phone.”
He had to push her down a bit, distract her. If he told her that Hawkeye was at her apartment, she’d march right over there and break the door down to check. "Please give Havoc the-."
"Put her on the phone!"
His only saving grace would be someone snatching the phone from her or the call disconnecting.
Wait.
Normally she wouldn't buy it but this time she was so far gone drunk that maybe she'd just forget. That's what he decided on when he hung up the receiver.
He winced when it rang not one second after. Damn.
"Don't you think you can get away with just hanging up on me! I know Riza is there with you!"
His eyes squeezed shut but he remained silent. If this kept up, she'd wake up the Lieutenant. He let the receiver down slowly until it hung against the wall.
"I know you're there!"
She was a force to be reckoned with, that was certain.
Roy took a seat down on the couch and stripped down out of his suit, just enough to be able to sleep. For the Lieutenant's comfort, he stayed clothed instead of clad in his boxers. He felt the urge to go in and check on her, to see if she was alright, but forced himself to stay where he was. He took a small sip of his drink and leaned back into the couch.
He stared at the dark ceiling and tried to drown out Catalina's voice that could still be heard from the kitchen. They were both going to get an earful tomorrow, day off or not. The Lieutenant would clearly need to take the day too, even though she'd likely claim she was fine and just choose to suffer all day. He wasn't going to let her though. She really had a lot of alcohol tonight and needed a day to laze around. He'd take care of her in a heartbeat if she needed and hoped she'd stay over longer, but that was a fever dream. Hawkeye could take care of herself and always chose to.
Now that he thought about it, would she even be there in the morning?