Hey. Okay, this is not quite a drabble fic and not quite crack. This is just a crazy idea I came up with on the fly and decided to go with. I've been having a slow period with Fullmetal Thunder, so this is what I'm gong to do in the meantime. My apologies to anyone reading that paticular story. Anyway, this is just the Fullmetal cast going to a karoake bar and going crazy. There will be a song for every chapter, and in the end I'll have certain pairings get together. The updates should be fairly fast because the chapters are fairly short. Huh, go figure. I hope you'll enjoy!

Also, if you've read the series ending, just pretend you haven't fpr this fic. Just telling you.

I don't own any of this. Really. Seriously. Yeah.

Bar Club Fun

Chapter One- No Way Out

-Five O'clock-

"Ahhhh, what a day!" Roy yawned, stretching in his office chair. Of course, it wasn't much of an office. It was more like a room packed with people, desks, and boxes of random paperwork. But, because it was the room he resided in, he liked to call it his office. The fact that he shared it with a handful of other officers didn't bother him. After all, most of them were good company.

"Bastard, you didn't even do anything," Edward grumbled from his place on the couch, where he was signing away the massive pile of paperwork he had to formalize. Because of all the traveling he did, he rarely had the time to fill out forms. But whenever he returned to base there would be a lecture from Mustang and a mountain of forms waiting for him. So here he was, sitting on the couch and signing papers.

"Nii-san, be polite," scolded Al gently, who was sitting next to the couch and reading a book. His regular body didn't take up lots of space in the small office. It was something he was still getting used to.

"But it's true, Al! All he did was doodle on paperwork and pretend to be busy!"

"That's still no reason to swear at him, Nii-san."

"Tch! Whatever." And Ed signed his last paper, feeling very triumphant. "After all, mine's done, so why should I care about all the work that bastard's going to have to do."

"Don't worry, Ed," Riza said from the doorway, returning from an inspection trip of the shooting range. "I'll make sure he does it tomorrow."

"Busted," snickered Havoc from his game of Go Fish. He, Fuery, Falman, and Breda had all finished their work for the day. Having played poker so many times with Falman, only to lose their money, they had opted for a safer game. So far, Havoc was in the lead with Falman close behind. Realizing the day had come to an end, the four men had piled their cards together and stowed them in the desk for next time.

"Watch it, Havoc, or I'll make sure your workload matches mine," Roy threatened as he stood, reaching for his coat.

"Yes sir," Havoc gulped as he bundled up tight against winter's chill. Though it was dark outside they could still see the snow spiraling to the ground from the light of Central Command.

"Hey, it's Friday! Let's do something fun for a change," Breda said, pulling on his mittens. "I know this great karaoke bar down on Main Street. It's a load of fun on a Friday night."

"I'm up for it," said Roy, pulling on his ignition gloves for extra warmth. Winters in Central got deadly cold, and he didn't feel like losing his fingers. "How about you, Lieutenant? Care for a night on the town?"

"Well, I suppose," Riza said, albeit a little reluctantly. Her agreement was worth it, though, to see the smile spread across Roy's face.

"Excellent!" said Roy, dark hair falling across his face.

"The Boss can come too," said Breda, and the smile disappeared off Roy's face like a melted ice cube. "They let kids in as long as they don't drink. What do you say, Ed?"

Ed and Al exchanged a look, one which involved Al crossing his arms and Ed shrugging his shoulders. "Sure, why not?" he said, smiling at Havoc as he whooped and put an arm around his shoulder. "Where is it and when should we meet?"

"Seven o'clock sound good to everyone?" Havoc asked and got various signs of agreement. Roy was muttering to himself about short blonde midgets, but stopped when Riza gave him a sharp glare.

"I'll see you then, I guess. Later," said Edward, raising a hand in farewell as he and Al walked out the door bundled in three layers of clothing and a scarf.

The rest of them bid their farewells and separated to brave the storm. Breda and Havoc talking animatedly about something or other went one way, shadowed by an excited Fuery. Riza and Roy went the other way, seeing as they both lived in the same part of town. Roy being the smooth gentlemen that he was held the door open for a slightly blushing Riza.

All were excited for the coming evening, and couldn't wait for the clock to strike seven.

-Six O'clock-

"Alphonse, why can't I just go in my regular clothes? I like my regular clothes."

"Because this is a social function, Nii-san. You have to dress nice, or at the very least like you can actually color-coordinate."

"Geez, Al, you sound just like a girl!"

"I do not! You take that back!"

"Make me!"

Thud, scuffle, crash!

"Fine, god damnit, I'll wear something different. Now let me up, or I'll never get ready in time."

"You should know by now that I always win, Nii-san."

"Whatever."

-Seven O'clock-

The bar was loud, with a bass that was pumped up to the max as someone took their turn onstage. The drinks were sold on one end of the dance floor, and on the other a small stage with a micro-phone was raises a couple feet off the floor. To the right was the DJ, who controlled the whole chaotic mess that was the dance floor.

Ed winced at the noise level, but quickly adjusted as he moved through the crowd to the bar. He had a feeling that's where he would find Roy and the others. Al followed behind, easily moving through the crowd with his massive body. No one even looked twice at the automail arm Ed was sporting, seeing as there was a woman dressed like a cat sitting on top of the bar and a pair of guys who had dyed their whole bodies' different colors in an impressive rainbow. The people in this club were so used to weirdness at this point it didn't even register.

Seeing a familiar head of crazy black hair, Ed and Al moved toward the corner table which their group had claimed for its own. Havoc saw them coming, waving them over.

"Hey Boss!" he greeted, smiling and waving them over. "Nice outfit!" Edward just scowled, remembering the fight he had so recently lost that put him in this position. Instead of his black leather pants and red cloak, Ed was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. Though he looked uncomfortable with his automail showing like it was, again no one was giving him a second glace. He even had on sneakers instead of his usual combat boots. He could almost pass for a normal teenager. Almost.

Al gave him a smug look, dressed in white button down shirt and pants. Ed just stuck his tongue out at him in response.

Havoc was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. So was everyone else, including Riza and Roy. Riza was wearing a nice blouse, while Roy had a royal blue shirt on that brought out the blue of his eyes. Ed, feeling very relaxed, exchanged casual insults with Roy and pulled up a chair. Everyone had something alcoholic in front of them, a wide variety from Havoc's beer to Roy's whiskey to Riza bourbon. Alphonse disappeared into the crowd to get Ed a drink, seeing as he wanted to make sure Ed wouldn't try to buy something illegal. He really wasn't thirsty himself, but he felt like doing his brother a favor. Seeing as he had won the clothing argument, it was only fair.

Ed found himself smiling and laughing, something he didn't do a lot of these days. It was nice to just hang out with his co-workers, even if most of them were twice his age. They just accepted them into their group like he belonged, even Roy to some degree. When Alphonse returned, he found Ed joking with Havoc, who had said something that had Ed blushing and the rest of the team roaring with laughter. Smiling to himself, he gave Ed his drink and joined the group, feeling the same feelings of belonging Ed was experiencing. It was good to have friends.

-Seven Thirty-

Three drinks later, Edward was starting to feel a little funny. His head felt fuzzy and things were starting to blur a little around the edges. Suddenly, everything around him was as funny as hell, and he found himself tilted back in his seat laughing like mad. Unaware of the funny looks he was receiving, he grabbed Havoc and Breda and pulled them onto the dance floor, closely followed by Fuery. Havoc seemed to think about something, then shrug, joining Edward and the other. They then proceeded to tear up the dance floor, caught up in the flashing lights and the movement of bodies.

Roy, feeling vaguely suspicious, turned to Al and asked (yelled, more accurately, seeing as the music currently playing was very loud), "Alphonse, what kind of drink have you been getting Ed?"

"Shirley Temples!" said Alphonse back brightly, looking proud of himself. "They were the only non-alcoholic drink of the menu!"

Roy groaned, putting his face in his hands. "Shirley Temples can be alcoholic drinks too, Alphonse! It all depends on where you are!"

"Oh," said Al, looking at Edward, whose eyes were looking suspiciously bright and whose face was unusually red. "Oh."

"Oh my," sighed Riza. "Now what are we going to do?"

"It's too late now, he might as well enjoy the party," grumbled Roy, leaning back and shaking his head. "Just keep an eye on him Al, and make sure he doesn't have any more," he told the slight blonde boy, who was looking like he was going to cry.

"But…will Nii-san be okay?" Al asked, worried. Roy snorted in amusement.

"Well, he's probably going to make a fool of himself, but people at clubs or bars do that on a regular basis. He'll be fine; just don't let him out of your sight."

Before Al could say a word Havoc came up to their table, sweating and gasping for breath. "Hey, have you guys seen the Boss? He disappeared on us, and now I can't find him. By the way, who let that kid have the good stuff? Because I swear to god it wasn't me," he said, noting how Roy's eyes got wide and he suddenly began to frantically scan the dance floor.

"Damn it," Roy snarled, looking frantically around the club. "Where could he-"

"Tahnk you very much," said Edward, and Roy turned to find him bowing onstage, mike in hand. His hair was messy, coming out of its customary braid, framing his bright golden eyes. Ed was quite rosy cheeked at this point, and had a big sloppy grin on his face. "I'va luvly song for ya tonight. Means a lot ta me."

"Well, at least we know where he is," said Riza calmly as Roy broke into a huge smile.

"This is going to be good," he smirked, settling back into his chair. Al just settled for looking relieved and frantic at the same time.

Slow, soulful music began to play, and Edward swayed slightly to the beat. He had lost some of his smile, and now looked almost sober. Holding the mike tight, he found his brother in the crowd, locking eyes with him as he began to sing, his voice clear, deep, and surprisingly melodic.

Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone

But there's nothing I can say to change the things I've done

Of all the things I hid from you

I cannot hide the shame

And I pray someone, something will come

To take away the pain

Caught up in the song, Alphonse saw something play before his eyes. He saw his brother, waking up after transmuting his arm. Even though his eyes were full of pain, he said, "I'm sorry" and buried his face in his remaining hand. Al wanted to tell him this wasn't your fault, we made this decision together, brother, but he couldn't move. He desperately tried to reach out, but couldn't. Ed smiled on stage, a bitter smile full of tears, singing in voice that broke your heart.

There's no way out

From this dark place

No hope, no future

I know I can't be free

But I can't see another way

And I can't face another day

Al saw Ed walking down a road, searching desperately for a way to change him back to normal, regardless of what happened to him. He saw the dark pain in Ed's eyes. Looking up at Edward, Al realized just how far Ed would go for him. Please, he thought, stop blaming yourself. I don't blame you. He had fixed his mistake, for crying out loud, and hadn't even bothered to replace his metal limbs. Why was his brother still feeling guilty?

Ed slowly began to sway once more, his eyes drifting shut and his lips framed the words to a part of his soul.

Tell me where did I go wrong

Everyone I love, there all gone

I'd do everything so differently

But I can't turn back the time

There's no shelter from this storm inside of me, oohh

Ed's thoughts were flowing freely, aided by the three Shirley Temples he had drunk. Normally, he had a very strong barrier between what he said and what he did, but now those walls seemed to be crumbling around him. No longer in control, he decided he really didn't care and just went with it, eyes shut tight as he sang loudly.

There's no way out

From this dark place

No hope, no future

I know I can't be free

But I can't see another way

And I can't face another day

From across the room, Al watched his big brother like his heart was crying. He had had no idea just how guilty Ed still felt, where Al had long ago forgiven him. Making a solemn promise in his head, Al vowed tonight he would show his brother just how much he cared about him. Rising to his feet, startling Roy in the process, he cupped his hands to his mouth. Locking eyes with Edward, he yelled as loud as he could, he yelled, "Nii-san! I forgive you!" Ed's eyes widened and an expression of pure joy spread across his face. He continued on with the song, now walking around the stage, singing fiercely.

Can't believe the words I hear

It's like an answer to a prayer

When I look around I see

This place, this time, this frame of mind

I know it's tough, but you try so hard

To look into my eyes and to forgive me now

You've given me the strength to see

Just where my journey ends

You've given me the strength to carry on

Standing on that stage, watching the expression on Al's now-human face, all Ed could feel was a rush of joy. Al really did forgive him. He didn't blame him for what happened. Feeling the happiest he had ever felt in his life, he looked directly into his brother's eyes and sang him what his heart was feeling right now.

I see the path from this dark place

I see my future

For your forgiveness has set me free

Oh and I can see another way

I can see another day

Finishing his song, he bowed as the crowd roared, loving him. He even heard a few wolf-whistles. Feeling very foggy and light-headed, he said, "Fhank you, fhank you! I'lbe here alllll night, so don't worry, I'lla be back!" Staggering off the stage, Roy saw Ed grab someone's beer and drink it in one gulp. He and Al both moaned and put their faces in their hands.

"We'll never be able to catch him in this crowd," Al said mournfully, accepting the fact that Ed was going to get reallllly drunk and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Oh god," Roy moaned, the moaned again as he saw someone walk up to their table. Luck just wasn't on his side tonight.

"Okay," said someone from behind Al, "Who let Ed get shit-faced?"

Al whirled around, taking in the blond girl before him. "Winry," he gulped, knowing he was dead. "What are you doing here?"

Ooooooohhhhhhhh! Busted! Please review, especially if you have a song suggestion.