A/N: And here we have yet another new ongoing story. It'll be collection of drabbles of varying length and in no particular order but with an overarching storyline. I hope y'all like it!

Prompt:

Can I drink yet?

It's Monday morning.

Your point?

"Can I drink yet?"

She stared at the man half-draped over her desk. At this point, she honestly shouldn't be surprised. He was there, half on her desk, almost every morning. Picking up a pencil, she began poking his head repeatedly with the eraser. "It's Monday morning."

He lifted his head, batting at the pencil, and scowled. "Your point?"

Eden chuckled. She understood the feeling because the weekend had ended waaay too quickly. She hadn't even made time, sorry, had time to mark all the papers from Friday and boy, was she regretting that poor decision. Drinking with Izumi and Sig wasn't an adequate substitute. "You have a class to teach in less than an hour. Granted, that is more than enough time to get completely plastered, but you can't teach completely plastered. Especially since you have Oliver Armstrong in this next class." Ling moaned and slid off Eden's desk to land in a boneless heap on the floor of their shared office.

He lay on the floor, listening to the scratching of Eden's red pen. It was a familiar, soothing sound, one that had put him to sleep at home on more than one occasion.

"How do you suggest I handle Armstrong, Ed?"

"Which one? The good one or the evil one?"

Ling's squinty eyes popped up over the edge of her desk, giving her a death glare. "Which one do you think?"

"Put some wine in one of those pomegranate juice bottles and go to class like that," Greed said as he entered the office, kicking the Ling rug on his way in. "That's how I deal with her." He ignored Ling's squawks and stopped to drop a kiss on Ed's forehead. "Morning, beautiful." Her response was a scowl and a half-hearted swipe that he dodged way too easily.

"Greed, I just told him he can't drink right now. It's too early and he has a class to teach in forty-five minutes."

"Hey, he's dealing with Armstrong. It's never to early to be drinking in this case."

"Why do you guys hate her so much? She's really not that bad."

Ling and Greed regarded Eden as if she had just stood up and declared her loyalty to Drachma University, ECU's long-standing rival. "Ed…" Ling said slowly, "I'm nearly 100% sure Oliver Armstrong is the literal devil. There is something unnatural about that woman and I don't like it."

"I think you're just being dramatic." With a click, Eden dropped her pen back on her desk with a half-gloating smile. "There, all the biochem papers marked. Now if you two jokers will excuse me, I have a class to torment. I mean, teach." With a swish of her long red skirt, that Greed was eyeing appreciatively, and a wicked smirk, she was out the door and down the hall. Both brothers sighed. She was a force of nature to be reckoned with.

"Oh and Ling?" The man in question jumped. He hadn't heard her approaching… "Your class is about to start. Better get on the ball and get down there."

Greed's raucous laughter followed his brother down the hall as Ling hurtled toward his class, cursing the whole way. Eden merely smiled.