Hola! Just a crack drabble i whipped up when i got bored. There is actually like a drabble/story/i might have had a few drinks thing with like ten drabbles making a story out of this and more with the whole FMA crew having some beach fun... and suffering some hangovers...
No promises on how soon I will update. Kind of hard when I can't use my phone and have no internet to start with. (currently hijacking my brothers computer to post.)
Enjoy some mishap!
"Riza, could you get my back? I can't reach it very well."
That was all it took l. Two simple sentences had the worlds two biggest womanizers on high alert. Winery and Riza decided they wanted to go an sun-bath behind a few large rock, away from preying eyes. Most importantly, the boys. Of course, the girls knew it wouldn't stop them from trying anything, which they inevitably would.
Havoc schemed an idea to take the girls bikini tops and run for it. His 'fool proof plan' involved fishing poles, crabs, and high stamina. They would need it if they intended to get away from this day alive. The problem was getting the crabs...
Ed had just opened up his first beer of the day when the sound of a stampeed echoed over the beach. Look to investigate, he saw Roy and Jean running from what looked to be an army of crabs and one very pissed off crab fisher. Winery and Riza returned just in time to the the spectacular sight.
"What's going on?" Winery asked, mildly amused by the situation at hand.
"My best guess, Havoc's idea." Riza replied, taking the beer from Ed and smiling like she just won first prize