Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa. I am not profiting in any way from this.
Just a little something. I don't know when exactly in the timeline this fits in. But yeah. If there are any mistakes, please tell me, and I will do my best to fix them. Thanks for looking.
Cheers, my friend!
"Heh! Heheheheeheehh- HAH HAHA!"
That was uncontrollable laughter. From the Colonel. The Flame Alchemist. Roy Mustang.
That was uncontrollable, drunk laughter. From the bar.
"That was good! Really good. I can- only imagine you're face was priceless," he wheezed out between bouts of badly suppressed giggling. Beside him, his good friend. His best friend.
Maes Hughes.
"Heh, yeah, it was kinda embarrassing, what happened, hehehe," he breathed out lightly. He wasn't as drunk as his companion. "Hey, hey, remember that time when you first held Elicia?"
"Of course I do! I was so- I was kinda scared, ya know? Jus- Just a bit. She was thiiiiss small. Like, teeny tiny. And I'm like, I dunno, like, not tiny."
How many drinks did he have? How many did Maes have? Why was he the only one so drunk and unsteady? Well, whatever. They had to celebrate Elicia with another drink. It's a must!
"Hey, mister! Another round for us!" Roy called out to the bartender a few feet away from his seat. He didn't pay attention to the man's confusion. He got his drink, anyway, so it's probably nothing.
"Cheers, my friend! To life!"
"To life!"
"Oh yeah, wanna hear about my date with Gracia few years ago with the fountain?" Maes started after they'd regained control of their breathing.
"Whaaa? You jus' told me that some minutes ago," said Roy.
"Yeah, but it's your favorite story," grinned Maes.
"I know that, but I wanna hear another story. Tell me somethin' new."
Maes only smiled. Roy was just about to get dragged into sweet slumber when the bartender startled him out of its grip.
"Sir? It's closing time," said the bartender.
"Huh?"
"It's closing time," he repeated. "Do you need any help getting home, or do you have someone you can call?"
"Wha- I'm fine. 'M not that drunk… Am I?" Roy whispered to himself, though his drunk whisper was much louder than he thought. "And I have my buddy here, anyway. He's probly not as drunk as me. Right? I dunno. Is he?"
"Sir?"
"Yeeeaahh?"
"You've been sitting here for four hours."
"That's… a long time?"
"Yes. You've been here. Alone the whole time. Talking to air for the last hour."
"Huh?" Roy looked over to his left, where his best friend should be. "What're ya talkin' about, he's right here."
"...Sir?" At that moment, Roy's forehead made the great pleasure of being introduced to the counter surface. It was a very sudden introduction that had Roy blacking out.
The last thing he saw was Maes.
He wasn't smiling.
