Roy was drunk. Unreasonably so. Luckily, he was in the confines of his own house, curtains drawn closed, doors locked, and safe from the outside world. Or so Roy thought.
The Flame Alchemist frowned as he hiccupped, feeling as though he had stepped into an inferno. It was stifling hot inside of his house.
….So off came his blue coat.
He sat on his couch in the living room, tugging at his collar. Then, his drunken mind reached a conclusion: the less clothes he had on, the cooler he would feel.
Mind reeling with the possibility of feeling cooler, Roy pulled off his shirt, tossing it across the room at the window.
He still felt too hot.
Frowning again, he stood up and unbuttoned his pants. They slid down his legs. He was down to his crisp, white cotton boxers.
Feeling much better, he stumbled over to the window and yanked open the curtains. Smiling at the bright, sunny Central day, Roy gazed out upon the nearly empty street. All of a sudden, something caught his eye.
Edward Elric was standing out on the sidewalk, staring at Roy, who was still clad in only boxers. A moment passed between them. Neither man moved. They just stared.
Slowly, Ed started walking again, still gawking at his commanding officer, who didn't seem to mind the stares he was receiving. Roy's smile grew. With Ed still watching, Roy pointed to the blond, then pointed to himself while mouthing something.
Ed squinted at the man's mouth, deciphering the individual words that he was saying.
"You…plus…me?…equals…OH MY GOD!" Ed clapped his hand to mouth as he watched the older man make some very…suggestive gestures with his hands. (1)
Roy laughed drunkenly at his subordinate's reaction. He watched the blond run down the sidewalk, eyes closed, and crash into a sign. Roy doubled over with laughter, only one thing on his mind: he was going to have some fun with this new game.
1) Spanking the air, putting his finger inside of his mouth, putting his finger in and out of his fist, thrusting into the air, etc. :)