Okay, I'm going to get a few drabble ideas out before I write chapter four of A Tale of Greed.

Be warned that at the end, there is a Drunk-AlxScarred-For-Life Ed sort of thing. Be told that it is not because I'm a fan of EdxAl, but that I had to do that simply to show what I think their reactions would be. My end result in my opinion: Slightly humorious, enough to make me chuckle a bit.

So, here's the first one. Anything in italics is in the background, anything not in italics is... Picture this. You're staring at a Tv screen and watching this like it's an episode, right? Well, itialics is what's going on in the background. Anything not in italics is the front of the screen, what you usually focus on. This first one involves Roy pulling a prank on Ed, Ed getting mad at Roy, and Al being dragged into a cruel joke. Yes, Alphonse has his body back in this one. Enjoy this randomness of mine, -Cri.

Disclaimer: If I owned FullMetal Alchemist, I can garantee that Ed would get drunk at least once by accident and do something hilarious, somehow managing to scar Al for life. Because Drunk Ed is funny. And scarring Al for life by means of Drunk Ed is fun.

Number One:
"I WUV you, Bro-hic-ther!"

It was fair time of the day, not quite dusk but not quite day or night, Twilight as some call it. Amung the many shops, apartment buildings, and alleyways of Central lay a small bar. It was cozy bar, rarely packed, and was one of Roy's favorites. The events about to occur are the reasons why.

Dark Blue eyes with slight specks of Gray stared at Colonal Roy Mustang's subordinate, who was going on about how he was too young to drink and why they couldn't have picked a better bar and bla bla bla...
Roy had tuned it all out a long time ago.

In the background, two people occupied a small table; Havoc and Alphonse, another of Roy's Subordinates and the 'FullMetal Pipsqueek', or Edward Elric's, little brother. Alphonse and Havoc were chatting about random things, when someone came and asked them if they would like something to drink. The person was in on the joke, and winked when Havoc ordered two glasses of Apple Juice.

"Why'd you bring me here anyway!" Edward shouted, glowing golden eyes narrowed to cast a vicious glare at his 'superior', teeth bared. Roy could swear he heard a growl rumbling in FullMetal's throat.

They were sitting at a booth pushed up against a dark wooden wall, and the stench of cigerette smoke fille the air. Alchohal was mixed soemwhere in there, and the occasional perfume would break through the scent as a stranger passed by.
With a yawn and a lazy glance to the side(He was watching Alphonse), the Colonal replied as though immune to Ed's snapping and insults.
"So you could get out more. Really, FullMetal, riding trains twenty four seven isn't good for you. Just sit back and enjoy the show."
Edward growled again.
"WHAT SHOW! THERE'S NOTHING GOING ON IN THIS DUMP!" he screamed, slamming his hands on the table.

Alphonse thanked the person for his drink and sipped it. Confused by its weird taste, he pulled the glass away from his lips and stared at the liquad oddly. Strange... But... Nice. He concluded, so he simply shrugged and gulped the glass down. Havoc watched with a restraining look. He had to keep from laughing, otherwise he'd ruin it. Fourteen year olds were easy to trick... Let's just hope that their fifteen year old brothers didn't kill them all for this...

"Be patient, FullMetal. It's coming up..." The Colonal said, smirking. So far everything was going smoothly... Alphonse hadn't realized it yet, and Edward was too busy yelling to notice his little brother was even here.
Speaking of Edward, he had now sat back and slouched in his booth, arms crossed and eyes moved to the wall to glare at it instead of Roy.
"Just tell me the real reason why you brought me here..."
"You'll find out soon enough..."

Once the person came back with a pitcher to refill the glass, Alphonse requested that she/he just leave the pitcher behind. They were getting Free Refills, after all. He licked his lips as he stared at the pitcher for a moment. He poured another glass about half way before deciding that pouring the liquad into another container and THEN to drink it was pointless, so he merely put the rim of the pitcher to his lips and tilted his head back, downing the whole thing in less than a minute. Once he was done he slammed the pitcher on the table, burped, and rested his chin on the pitcher's edge. He had a wavy sort of grin, and his eyes were only open half way. -Hiccup-. Havoc could only stare in amazement, eyes wide open, jaw dropped so low that he was sure somewhere it had dislocated and dropped to the ground. He was certain his cigerette had dropped, though.

Edward growled and sent his death-glare to Mustang once more. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. Standing, he slammed his hands on the table once more and snapped at the Colonal.
"LISTEN TO ME YOU-"

"SIR! We have a problem!" Havoc shouted. He hurried out of his chair and ran over to Ed and Mustang.

"Havoc? What are you..." Mustang let his voice trail off as he saw the young Elric.

Edward looked confused now, not mad.
"What are you both looking a-... Oh My-..."

All three were speechless as they watched the scene before them.

Young Alphonse Elric had stood on the table, stripped his coat, jacket, and shirt off so he was left with pants, boots, and boxers, and had let his hair out of the pony tail. In each hand he heald one pitcher filled to the brim with the same beverage he had before. The same stupid grin remained on his face as he heald both pitchers proudly to everyone present in the bar, and his eyes were closed.

"Drink..."
"Drink."
"Drink! Drink! Drink!" They all began chanting as he chugged one of the pitchers and threw it to the side, leaving his right hand wide open. Soon another pitcher was placed in that hand, and right as he finished the pitcher in his left hand and tossed it, he drank the right one. That one he only got about half way, though, because soon he fell backward, pitcher falling out of his hand. His eyes opened half way to see Ed kneeled by him.

Edward had soon gotten a hold of himself, confirmed that he really was seeing what he was seeing, and had tackled his brother before the younger Elric could drink any more. He now knelt beside his little brother, face full of concern.
"Al, are you ok-" He was cut off by his now horribly drunk brother planting a big sloppy kiss on him, then throwing up all over the older Elric.

"I wuv you, Bro-hic-ther!'

To say the very, absolute least, Edward was scarred, shocked, disgusted, and confused. Had... Had his little brother just KISSED him!
"... Al-... I-... You-" Then it hit him. MUSTANG. He'd set this up! He'd got his little brother drunk and all this was his fault.

"Ed, please, stop your little brother before he finishes!" Havoc's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see Alphonse back on the table, dancing with three random women that had gotten drunk as well. To say the least, his dancing was... Interesting, as were the women's.

Edward sat dumbfounded, then screamed in rage and grabbed his little brother's ankles. He pulled him off the table, threw him on the ground, and hit him on the head, knocking him out. Alphonse was NOT going to be happy in the morning.

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Sunlight poured in through an open window, blinding Alphonse Elric even though his eyelids were closed. With a loud groan, he cracked his dark golden eyes open slightly and began to sit up. A wave of pain shot through his head, though, and he immidietly groaned again and fell back on his bed. Wait, Bed? He looked around and saw that yes, he was in the room that he and his brother shared in a Hotel.
Another wave of pain caused him to squeeze his eyes shut and let out a small yell.

A door opened and slammed shut, causing Al to flinch and shout something. He had no clue what he'd said, but the person that caused the loud noise which sent him more pain wasn't happy.

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH, AL! It's bad enough that you got DRUNK last night!" The person snapped.

Al practically hissed and turned his head toward the speaker, even if his eyes weren't open. He whispered harshly,
"Shut up! My head hurts like f-"

"Don't you dare say it! I swear I'll beat you, hang over or not, if you curse one more time!"

Now he could place the voice to a face. It was Ed.

He had no clue what he had done last night, but obviously Ed wasn't happy about it, and if Ed wasn't happy, then neither was Al. Despite the pain in his head, he slowley got up and dared to open his eyes. Even more, he actually pulled off a concerned look.
"Brother? What's wrong?"

Edward looked dumbfounded for a moment. Appearently Al was supposed to remember something, something important. Something bad.
Then Edward seemed to regain his anger and he sat on the edge of the bed, glaring at Al.
"How can you NOT remember? You got drunk, danced on a table, kissed me, danced again, drank some more-"

"Wait, what?" Al said. His eyes were so wide, Ed feared they might pop out of his head.

Edward sighed.
"You got drunk, danced on a table, kissed me-"

"Repeat that last part."

"... You kissed me?"

The growing nauscious feeling finally got to him. He leaned forward and threw up all over the blankets. He continued to throw up for five mintues straight, until finally those last few drops left the corners of his mouth and he stood on wobbly legs. His head still hurt... But he could worry about that after his shower that would be followed with a thorough scrubbing of his mouth.

Thus the reason why everytime a bar is even mentioned, Edward and Alphonse Elric flinch then barf.

Alright, that's the end of the first one. The next one will be one of those classic 'I hate you-Ed and Run Away-Al' stories. I'll attempt to make it original, but I just have to write one of those.