Disclaimer - All characters belong to Fullmetal Alchemist. Word prompt - Hangovers.
Jean Havoc rolled over as the morning sunshine beamed through his cheap store curtains. His skull pounded loudly as he attempted to block the light from his eyes and pulled his pillow over his head. "I'm never drinking again," his muffled into his bed sheets to no one is particular. It was a lie - of course - as there was no way he would quit drinking, but the hungover Jean made a pledge that would only last a few days.
Hearing a knock at the door, Havoc pulled his covers closer to himself and didn't bother to move. Whoever it was could come back later. The knocking continued until he pulled away his covers just enough to shout, "Go away!"
"It's me, dumbass." Heymans Breda yelled back in response, a faint chuckle could be heard through the wooden door of his apartment. "Just making sure you're still alive, man."
Groaning as he sat up, Havoc shuffled to the door and parted it slightly to look at his best friend and comrade. "I'm alive. Can I go back to bed now?"
Breda held back a laugh, but failed as it came out as a snort. "You look like shit, man."
"I blame you," he murmured, turning back around and collapsing on the couch. "I blame you, big time."
Heymans cocked a thick brow and walked into the smoker's apartment, reminding himself to wash his clothes when he left to get the cigarette smoke out of the fabric. "Hey, it wasn't my fault that pretty blond rejected you. Flipping a lit cigarette into your mouth isn't something that would attract a fly." He leaned against the back of the couch and looked down at his best friend. "I just provided the liquid courage to stop your whining."
Jean stared at him with one bloodshot blue eye. "Ten shot glasses of Tequila isn't my idea of calming my woes. Couldn't you have found me a woman with self esteem issues that needed a little pick-me-up and comfort one-night-stand sex?"
"There were not any of those kinds of women available at that moment." He reminded, already having explained it during Jean's drunken woes.
Havoc whimpered and pulled himself up to throw himself back in bed. "Damn."
The round man laughed and plopped himself down on the couch. "I had warned you to not go snooping around the bar, man. I warned you and did you listen to me?"
"Obviously not," Havoc mumbled, burying his face into his pillow.
End.