Eastern Theatre, Eastern, Amestris - Evening

[light_a_spark]

It was just a normal evening. A general sent to Eastern to do some inspections of the Eastern troops usually ended up getting bored in his evenings. The theatre was only a few blocks away from his hotel and Roy had been visiting it most evenings now. Sometimes even going to the same movie. He hardly got this much free time when he was back in Central.

At least, that should be how it looked. Going regularly earlier had hopefully thrown off anyone who might be watching. He didn't know if Aly would be able to make it. It'd been weeks since he'd last seen her, but she had been fine. Even if he knew without a doubt, that her communications were only covering half of what she'd been doing and he couldn't help worry.

It'd been the right decision to make, he needed someone he could trust down here and the person he used to rely on for these missions was gone. Aly was good, he was just failing terribly splitting his mind between the boyfriend and the General who knew to put his trust into his men, no matter what the risk.

He needed to be that General tonight.

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[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry, Mustang, it's all a hallucination," Aly breathed as she managed not to smile at the touch.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"So I'm actually lying in a hospital having weird morphine inspired dreams?" he asked, actually rather familiar with the whole concept.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Not like it hasn't happened before," she snorted, pulling her hand back to clasp in her lap as she shifted. "Tell me what's been happening?"

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

His fingers tingled at the loss of contact and he sighed as he closed them.

"You mean other than Havoc having another girlfriend?" he asked, smirking at her.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly's lips quirked at the 'news.' "Exactly. All the gossip."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Oh, but it's an interesting story," Roy chuckled. Most of the information they'd be passing through in different ways, but this much he could say and people rarely looked into these sort of codes. "It took him weeks to ask this one out. You know, I think he's still traumatised about how his commanding officer took off with the last leggy blonde he had an eye on."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Poor man," she decided, shaking her head sadly. "You have to wonder about that commanding officer. Whatever was he thinking?"

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"That the blonde was leggy and gorgeous," Roy suggest with a smirk.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly looked behind her, her movement deliberately slower and at a different angle than her normal. "Maybe Havoc should try his hand at a brunette or two."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"You think his commanding officer won't be interested in brunettes?" Roy thought on it. "It could be true."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"The only brunette his commanding officer is interested in is himself," she smirked.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Huh," Roy frowned. "I thought he had black hair. Maybe I'm picturing the wrong guy."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"I think you are," Aly decided. "The black haired guy has a thing for red heads."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Huh," he tilted his head. "Are you sure? I'm certain it was blonde."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps your age has damaged your brain," she replied, smirking as she looked up at the screen where the movie was playing.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy's attention stayed on her, however. Even if he was still trying to pick out how she was pulling this particular face off. "You're older than I am."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly's eyebrow arched in amusement. "We were talking about you, General?"

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"It was my brain you just insulted," Roy reminded her, shaking his head. "No respect for rank at all. It's such a shame."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Why would I need to respect rank?" Aly asked sweetly. "People respect what they don't have, hmm?"

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"That would explain a lot," he laughed softly and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees to keep from reaching out for her.

"How are you liking Eastern?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Her hand slipped over his knee to curl around his arm. "Reminds me a little of the southern desert at home. If we took away the city, that is."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"And the people?" he asked, reaching out to brush his fingers over her knuckles. "Have you been making a lot of friends? Any handsome men I need to worry about?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"As many friends as one can when their family wasn't born here," Aly commented, smiling a little at the touch and wishing she could lean into him. This meeting in the theatre was a good idea but frustrating. "But you should see all the young men. I especially like the brown-haired ones."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"You like robbing the cradle? I never would have guessed," he smiled sideways at her. And it was beyond frustrating. She didn't even look like herself, but his fingers seemed to be trying to make up for it as he kept sliding them over hers and to the inside of her wrist, needing to touch her.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She chuckled, suppressing the noise as she closed her eyes at the touch. "You've always known that. Don't even pretend differently."