Surprise Drinks

I have no idea if the drinks would really be the way they are with what ingredients they're made out of, but use your imaginations, 'kay?

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist

Ed and Winry walked up to the bar, their hands intertwined, and sat down on the two barstools closest to the bartender. The man behind the counter looked Winry up and down; from her black flip flops, to her short light purple shorts, and finally to rest on the black tank top.

"What'll it be?" he asked, winking at Winry.

"The usual," she replied, feeling Ed's eyes on her.

"I didn't know you come here," he said, glancing around. The bar was almost empty, except for a few suited men and cocktailed women.

I feel like such a hick, Ed thought to himself as he studied his clothing choices for the evening; black biker books over black jeans, and a fitted black muscle shirt under a red sweatshirt. Coming to the conclusion that nothing could change his appearance, he slipped his sweatshirt off and put it over Winry's shoulders.

"I don't," she replied, adjusting the sweatshirt so that it was comfortable. "Hawkeye took me here, claiming that "the usual" was what this bar is famous for. I figured I could show it to you firsthand, rather than explaining. Besides, when don't you like a good drink?"

Just then the bartender came back with two tall glasses filled with a thick-looking, blood red liquid. He placed them in front of the couple, muttered a quick, "Enjoy," and set off to talk to a group of men at the other end of the bar.

Winry picked up her drink, winked at Ed, said, "Bottoms Up," and downed the liquid.

Her boyfriend soon followed suit, swallowing the funny drink that went down like fire, and tasted funny yet good at the same time.

"You like?" Winry asked, smiling mischievously. Ed nodded, feeling the effects of the alcohol almost immediately. "'Nother round!" he shouted at the bartender, waving his glass in the air.

After the sixth round and a lot of drunken slurring and kissing, the couple called Roy, their designated driver, asking if he could take them home so that they could, as Ed put it, "Exercise this shit off, if you know what I mean."

Loud music sounded from the other end as Roy yelled drunkenly, "No can do, bitches! I'm out with Hawkeye, and damn, is she fun once she gets drinking!"

"I know. Ask her to show you the video of last time we were out," Winry said seductively as she hung up.

"Al might still be awake," Ed said as he dialed his brother's number.

A laugh resounded in his ear as Al picked up. "Either you two are drunk or Winry's pregnant," he said. Ed looked over at his girlfriend for confirmation that the latter wasn't true.

Winry made a fast and shook her blonde head.

"No, idiot," Ed replied, his mouth too close to the speaker, which made Al cringe on the other end.

"Then you're both drunk. I'll pick you up. Where exactly are you?" Al answered, humor lacing his tone.

Ed gave the necessary information and hung up.

A half hour later found Winry asleep on the couple's bed and Ed getting undressed by Al; he was too drunk to do it himself.

"Good God, man. What the hell did you get into?" Al asked as his brother made out with a picture of Winry's grandmother.

Ed shrugged. "Place Win took me to. Had a special drink."

Al burst out laughing; a laugh so hard and long that he had to clutch his sides from splitting open.

"What?" demanded Ed, his face confused and angry.

Al continued guffawing; slapping his knees, and didn't stop until he managed to get out the words, "Ask Winry in the morning." He left shortly after that, still chuckling and shaking his head.

The next morning Ed awoke refreshed, without any sign of a hangover. He got up, stretched, and decided that he felt better than he had in a long time.

"Winry! Winry!" he shouted, shaking his girlfriend until she awoke.

"Go 'way!" she mumbled. Shrugging, he left the bedroom and padded to the kitchen, mostly because of the protests of his hungry stomach.

Opening the fridge door, he surveyed the selection, or lack thereof, of food. Standing as sentry in the middle of the fridge was a lone carton of milk. Horror gripped Ed's heart; he forgot to go grocery shopping, which he was supposed to do the day before, but went out with Winry instead.

Dammit, he thought as he slammed the fridge door shut. Moving onto the cupboards, Ed fond a Pop-Tart and stuck it into the toaster.

Just as the foot popped up, Winry walked in and breathed, "Good morning." Ed jumped, having been doubly surprised, but soon got over it as he looked at his girlfriend.

Winry had changed into one of Ed's button-down Oxford's, the buttons only buttoned slightly above her chest, the right shoulder slouching loosely on her shoulder. Her feet were bare, as were her legs, the bottom of the Oxford reaching halfway down her thighs.

He smiled at Winry, loving the way her hair was in a tangled mess, and offered her one of the Pop-Tarts while returning her greeting.

Winry gratefully shoved the food into her mouth as she walked over to the fridge and removed the milk.

Ed made a face as Winry poured a glass of the evil liquid. She smiled at Ed as she took a big gulp, the drink invigorating her.

"So," Ed started as he came toward Winry.

"So," she replied, boosting herself onto the counter and sitting up so that she and Ed were eyelevel.

"So, what the hell was in that drink last night?" he asked. "I feel so great this morning, without a hangover, and feel as if I could run a marathon!"

Winry laughed and chucked Ed's chin.

"I'll never tell," Winry seductively whispered.

Ed pouted at her, but still she refused.

A mischievous smile spread across Ed's face, an evil thought entering his mind.

"I'll buy you any tool you want, he said smoothly into her ear, nipping it after he finished his offer.

Winry squirmed in his grasp, a giggle bubbling out of her. She contemplated whether or not her info was worth more than getting a new set of sockets.

"Fine," she said with a heavy sigh. Ed smiled triumphantly, smugness in his eyes.

"You sure you want to know?" Winry asked, skepticism, laughter, and her own smugness mixing together in her tone. Ed nodded eagerly.

"If I find out what that stuff is, I can make it every day and feel this awesome all the time!" he answered, excitement lighting his big blue eyes.

A laugh escaped Winry before she could contain it.

"Okay. So the drinks had some sort of really strong alcohol in it, red food coloring, and…" she said, her voice trailing off at the end.

"And?" Ed asked, poking her sides, forcing Winry to squeal and slap his hands away.

"Milk!" she breathed, in between her squeals.

Ed's face became a mask of horror. "You didn't!" he exclaimed.

"I did," she said. "At least I got you to drink your milk! You gonna make your miracle drink now?"

Glaring at his girlfriend, Ed started walking to the bathroom.

"And where are you going?" Winry asked, hopping off the counter and following her boyfriend.

"To get this nasty-ass bacterium out of my system," he grumbled.

Winry caught Ed in a backwards bear hug. He turned around to face her, all grumpiness evaporating as he saw her pouting face.

"You aren't fair, ya know!" he said, laughter in his eyes.

"I know something else I can be," Winry replied in a sultry voice. A secretive, sexy grin spread across Ed's face as he picked her up bridal style.

She looked deep into his eyes and kissed him.

They pulled away, and both said, with fairly repulsed face, "Ew. Milk."

Laughter resounded through the apartment as Ed kicked the bedroom door open and three words were exchanged between the lovers. "I love you."