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said_scarlett) wrote2006-02-01 02:54 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2006-02-01 02:54 pm
100_women: One of the Boys
Holy crap, Hoho is hard to write! Two days and I've managed 300 words. In the meantime, have some humorous Riza and Roy.
Title: One Of the Boys
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theladyfeylene
Fandom: FMA
Character: Riza
Prompt: 030
Rating: PG
Word Count: 708
Summary: It isn't always easy being a woman in a man's world.
Riza Hawkeye glanced about the office, eyes searching for any hint of the men who usually lazed about it. Not a paper stirred. That wasn’t quite unusual. She sniffed, her nose straining for any tendril of smoke. None. All was quiet, silent, empty. It wasn’t unusual for everyone else to have gone home by now, leaving Riza to finish up the paperwork that was left behind.
This evening she wasn’t thinking about paperwork. The colonel’s could wait and he could do it in the morning - it was his responsibility, after all. Riza tiptoed to the door and pushed it open just a creak, making certain that the outside room was equally empty. There was no one there either, and silence met her as she listened to the near-empty building.
She was alone. Letting out a small sigh Riza returned to her desk and sat down, her shoulders squared. She didn’t need to do this. It wasn’t a necessity. And there was still the threat of being caught. How would she explain herself? The thought didn’t appeal to her in the least. She had no excuses or explanations that would please either herself or her superior officer.
Still. She wanted to do this. It had been so long, she didn’t even know if she remembered how. Taking a deep breath she reached into her desk drawer, pushing aside her pistol and her ammunition, searching for a small tube that she knew was in there somewhere. She frowned, her fingers groping blindly in the dark desk drawer. Where was it? It had lain, forgotten in the drawer for years, unneeded and unwanted. She didn’t even know why she’d kept it. She didn’t like to admit to even owning it. No wonder she couldn’t find it when she actually had some vague need of it!
“Damn it!” Riza wrenched the drawer open further, her eyebrows angled down in frustration. There! She grasped the elusive tube in her fingers, dark triumph coming over her features.
“Everything alright, lieutenant?”
“Sir!” Riza whipped her hand out of the drawer and snapped a salute, straightening in her chair as though she’d been pulled. What was the colonel doing still here this late? “Yes, sir. My drawer was stuck.”
“Ah. I’ll have someone take a look at it.”
“Thank you, sir.” Riza held her salute, her thumb pressed tightly against her palm. Could he see it? Would he know what it was?
“At ease, lieutenant. I thought you had plans this evening?”
“Yes, sir, I‘ll be leaving in a few minutes. Is there something you needed?” She dropped her hand to her lap, hiding the tube beneath the desk. She held it against her thigh, hoping he wouldn’t notice she was hiding something.
“I forgot something. Are you alright?”
“Fine, sir.” Why wouldn’t he leave already? Her palms were getting sweaty. He was watching her closely. Did he know?
“If you say so.” The colonel shrugged and leaned over her desk, reaching for a packet of papers that lay on his own. Couldn’t he just go around? The edge of his jacket knocked over a slim folder, and Riza dove to grab it without thinking. She felt the slender tube roll off of her thigh and her face dropped in horror. They both heard the clickety clack of something small and hard hitting the floor and rolling. Riza watched aghast as the small tube spun and spun until coming to rest at the colonel’s feet.
“You dropped something,” the colonel said, blinking mildly. He was looking at it, laying there on the floor like an accusation. Riza clenched her jaw together tightly, thankful at least that he hadn’t come in after she’d used the thing. Or worse, been in the middle of it.
“No, I didn’t,” Riza responded quickly. There was no proof it was hers. It could have been left on the desk by someone else and forgotten. There were dozens of explanations for why it was there. But none were coming to her at the moment.
The colonel bent and picked up the small silver tube, turning it over in his fingers and smirking. He held it out to her, grinning with what Riza was certain he thought was charm. She just thought it was insufferable. The colonel thrust the tube at her again, holding it between thumb and forefinger. ““I think you did,” he went on, still smirking. “I certainly don’t carry ‘cherry blossom pink’ lipstick about on my person.”
Title: One Of the Boys
Author:
theladyfeyleneFandom: FMA
Character: Riza
Prompt: 030
Rating: PG
Word Count: 708
Summary: It isn't always easy being a woman in a man's world.
Riza Hawkeye glanced about the office, eyes searching for any hint of the men who usually lazed about it. Not a paper stirred. That wasn’t quite unusual. She sniffed, her nose straining for any tendril of smoke. None. All was quiet, silent, empty. It wasn’t unusual for everyone else to have gone home by now, leaving Riza to finish up the paperwork that was left behind.
This evening she wasn’t thinking about paperwork. The colonel’s could wait and he could do it in the morning - it was his responsibility, after all. Riza tiptoed to the door and pushed it open just a creak, making certain that the outside room was equally empty. There was no one there either, and silence met her as she listened to the near-empty building.
She was alone. Letting out a small sigh Riza returned to her desk and sat down, her shoulders squared. She didn’t need to do this. It wasn’t a necessity. And there was still the threat of being caught. How would she explain herself? The thought didn’t appeal to her in the least. She had no excuses or explanations that would please either herself or her superior officer.
Still. She wanted to do this. It had been so long, she didn’t even know if she remembered how. Taking a deep breath she reached into her desk drawer, pushing aside her pistol and her ammunition, searching for a small tube that she knew was in there somewhere. She frowned, her fingers groping blindly in the dark desk drawer. Where was it? It had lain, forgotten in the drawer for years, unneeded and unwanted. She didn’t even know why she’d kept it. She didn’t like to admit to even owning it. No wonder she couldn’t find it when she actually had some vague need of it!
“Damn it!” Riza wrenched the drawer open further, her eyebrows angled down in frustration. There! She grasped the elusive tube in her fingers, dark triumph coming over her features.
“Everything alright, lieutenant?”
“Sir!” Riza whipped her hand out of the drawer and snapped a salute, straightening in her chair as though she’d been pulled. What was the colonel doing still here this late? “Yes, sir. My drawer was stuck.”
“Ah. I’ll have someone take a look at it.”
“Thank you, sir.” Riza held her salute, her thumb pressed tightly against her palm. Could he see it? Would he know what it was?
“At ease, lieutenant. I thought you had plans this evening?”
“Yes, sir, I‘ll be leaving in a few minutes. Is there something you needed?” She dropped her hand to her lap, hiding the tube beneath the desk. She held it against her thigh, hoping he wouldn’t notice she was hiding something.
“I forgot something. Are you alright?”
“Fine, sir.” Why wouldn’t he leave already? Her palms were getting sweaty. He was watching her closely. Did he know?
“If you say so.” The colonel shrugged and leaned over her desk, reaching for a packet of papers that lay on his own. Couldn’t he just go around? The edge of his jacket knocked over a slim folder, and Riza dove to grab it without thinking. She felt the slender tube roll off of her thigh and her face dropped in horror. They both heard the clickety clack of something small and hard hitting the floor and rolling. Riza watched aghast as the small tube spun and spun until coming to rest at the colonel’s feet.
“You dropped something,” the colonel said, blinking mildly. He was looking at it, laying there on the floor like an accusation. Riza clenched her jaw together tightly, thankful at least that he hadn’t come in after she’d used the thing. Or worse, been in the middle of it.
“No, I didn’t,” Riza responded quickly. There was no proof it was hers. It could have been left on the desk by someone else and forgotten. There were dozens of explanations for why it was there. But none were coming to her at the moment.
The colonel bent and picked up the small silver tube, turning it over in his fingers and smirking. He held it out to her, grinning with what Riza was certain he thought was charm. She just thought it was insufferable. The colonel thrust the tube at her again, holding it between thumb and forefinger. ““I think you did,” he went on, still smirking. “I certainly don’t carry ‘cherry blossom pink’ lipstick about on my person.”