About the only time I'll get Riza into a dress. :(
Who: Riza and Roy
When: Dec. 10th
Where: Stockings and Lace
What: Roy and Riza on that erotic dinner she won. Expect awkwardness and possible hilarity.
Warnings: Will be edited as needed.
As soon as she'd gotten home that night Riza had commandeered the bathroom to get ready. She didn't take that long nor did she fuss. It wasn't as if she wanted to look good in the dress, but she ended up fussing a little. Mostly with the jacket and how it sat. As long as it covered most of the array it was fine. It wasn't as if she planned to take it off either. Her hair was left loose and while she didn't think that she looked good, she felt that she looked decent enough.
But she was never going to wear something like this again, ever. It was to open, revealing and she felt a million times more self-conscious than ever. But it was part of the dress code, so she'd suffer it for now. And it was with Roy meaning he had to look good as well, and she knew he would. She shoved that thought away before it could ho any further. Regardless of the world, he was still her superior officer back home. But here she'd slipped back into calling him Mr Mustang as a way to keep things semi professional between them given there ranks didn't mean anything right now.
Stepping out she smoothed over herself one last time. "Mr Mustang? Are you ready?"
When: Dec. 10th
Where: Stockings and Lace
What: Roy and Riza on that erotic dinner she won. Expect awkwardness and possible hilarity.
Warnings: Will be edited as needed.
As soon as she'd gotten home that night Riza had commandeered the bathroom to get ready. She didn't take that long nor did she fuss. It wasn't as if she wanted to look good in the dress, but she ended up fussing a little. Mostly with the jacket and how it sat. As long as it covered most of the array it was fine. It wasn't as if she planned to take it off either. Her hair was left loose and while she didn't think that she looked good, she felt that she looked decent enough.
But she was never going to wear something like this again, ever. It was to open, revealing and she felt a million times more self-conscious than ever. But it was part of the dress code, so she'd suffer it for now. And it was with Roy meaning he had to look good as well, and she knew he would. She shoved that thought away before it could ho any further. Regardless of the world, he was still her superior officer back home. But here she'd slipped back into calling him Mr Mustang as a way to keep things semi professional between them given there ranks didn't mean anything right now.
Stepping out she smoothed over herself one last time. "Mr Mustang? Are you ready?"