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“Lieutenant, would you tell me precisely why Fullmetal is dancing with a coat rack?”
Havoc shrugs then watches the commotion in the bar with a grin. “Simple, Chief. Hawkeye turned him down.”
Roy rolls his eyes and sighs at the indirect answer that, although it might be true, tells him nothing. The smirk on Jean’s face lets him know he’s being deliberately obtuse and Roy attempts to reign in his temper. They are off duty after all. “Havoc….”
“Hey, Colonel Bastard! You came!” Ed drops his wooden dance partner and crosses over to him. Roy’s about to ask him what his problem is when Ed grabs his face with both hands and plants a wet kiss on his lips. “Happy Birthday!” Then Ed bounces off and grabs a bowl of pretzels from Falman. The snacks fly everywhere as Ed uses the bowl as a hat.
Roy blinks in shock. Did he just kiss him? Roy shakes his head as Ed climbs on a table, obviously very drunk. “But he doesn’t drink.”
“He doesn’t drink beer.” Roy looks over as Breda walks up munching on a handful of the pretzels Ed spilled. “Turns out the birthday boy will drink just about anything with an umbrella in it though.”
“And I assume we have a certain Second Lieutenant to blame for all this?”
“Nah, actually it was Kain. But Havoc did egg him on. Who knew the kid could dance?”
Roy runs his hand over his face and sighs. “Happy birthday, Fullmetal.”