I never wrote this much before. Really! It must be the Livejournal. That and it really doesn't take long to do a decent drabble.



Happy Occasion


"Here. Try a glass of this one. It's an '08 Rockport. One of their best years."

Ed eyed Havok uneasily over the fine linen and delicate china of the table, but accepted the glass all the same. "Thanks." Pausing to sip, he continued, "Mind telling me again why we are here?" He gestured with a gloved hand at the other tables in the expensive restaurant.

"It's no biggie, really, Boss. Think of it as a... congratulations. Of sorts."

Ed frowned. There was something... not quite right about the smile Havok had flashed then. More of a smirk really. He didn't really trust that sort of look and... Oh no. He couldn't possibily!

"Wait. Congratulations for -what-?"

"Heh. Well you know, you and the Colonel. Good to see you both se-- Um. Happy."

He was grinning again now. Like a loon. Edward noted that absently but let it pass. There were more pressing matters at hand.

"H-how did? Who told you?!?"

"No one in particular. Its common knowledge around headquarters now."

"......"

"Now Boss, you really shouldn't bang your head against the table like that! More wine perhaps? You should relax. This..." That smirk again. "Is a happy occasion!"

*******

The next day found Havok 'consoling' yet another distraught fine young lady from the secretarial pool who had just discovered whom Mustang was now spending his time with. A few minutes with her left him with yet another appointment in his black book.

Strolling down the hall to get lunch, Havok smiled happily to himself.

Life was GOOD.