The Bet

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Prologue: The Bet is Set

Ed looked at his brother in shock and embarrassment.

"No fucking way!"

Al merely stared back at him without saying anything.

"You wouldn't?"

Al nodded solemnly.

"You can't make me do this!"

Al's eyebrow lifted in a slightly condescending and completely knowing fashion and Ed scowled.

"I'm not going to do it!" Ed snarled as he turned on his heel and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

The office started laughing.

"Ed is not pleased with you, Al," Breda chortled.

"It was the only way I could think of to get him to do something about it," Al replied thoughtfully. "Or even to just admit it," he added with a sigh.

"Maybe, but I don't think he appreciated having us all here to witness it," Fuery said sympathetically.

"He won't do it," Havoc drawled.

"And I say he will do it," Hawkeye remarked.

"If I win, you have to go to dinner with me," Havoc grinned at the blonde sharpshooter. The others sighed. Havoc had been trying to get Hawkeye to have dinner with him for the last three months.

"And if I win, you quit smoking," Hawkeye snapped back and the others stared hard at Havoc. Havoc sat up straight and met the steady sherry-eyed gaze.

"You're on."

"One week." Hawkeye stated and Havoc nodded.

Falman got out the Betting Book to write it down and then Hawkeye and Havoc signed their agreement.

If Edward Elric asks Roy Mustang to the Military Ball within seven days, Jean Havoc must quit smoking. If there is no invitation issued by that time, Riza Hawkeye will have dinner with Jean Havoc.

"You'd better tell Edward he's only got a week as well, Al," Falman smiled as Al nodded.

"You'd better hope neither of them finds out about this," Breda warned.

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Author's Note: It's random fluff, a small little bunny that escaped the monster's grasp… smiles

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