A/N - Had to follow it up with something...

No More - Sequel to "Some More?"

Riza knew she should have called in sick that day.

Second Lieutenant Havoc ground his teeth on the butt of his cigarette, wearing nothing but his socks and boxers, trailing wonky circles around Sergeant Fuery, a snivelling ball of blue uniform, black hair and broken glasses curled up on the floor as he clutched Havoc's left boot and positively sobbed.

But this wasn't nearly as bad as what was happening on the other side of the office. Sitting on top of his desk (fully clothed, much to Riza's relief and mild disappointment), Colonel Mustang giggled hysterically as he reduced every last document they'd filed during the last three months to a small pile of smouldering white ash.

Lesson for today: Sugar, alcohol and State officers are not a good combination.

"Eeeeeeeeeaaaahy, Goorgezz," Havoc stumbled over to Riza, lifting an arm to drape around her shoulders and missed completely to land face first on the floor.

For the second time in as many amount of hours, Riza felt her hand twitch irresistibly towards her holster.