Twists Chapter 1.
"Brother, Don't drink too much! You'll get sick!"
"Al...shutup...I'm finally aloud to drink legally...I..can..if I want..."
Edward and Alphonse came to the bar along with Havoc, Breda, Falman, Fuery, and Colonel Mustang.
"Ed, Al's right, you'll get sick if you keep drinking like this." Fuery said across the table.
The others nodded in agreement.
"I can If I wanna...I'll be fine..." Ed slurred, he already had been drinking too much.
"Brother..." Al sighed.
Ed leaned back in his chair, and gulped down another glass of scotch.
"FullMetal, they're right you know, your little body can't handle that much so quickly, you'll short out before the night's even over." Mustang was at the other corner of the table, grinning as he attempted to provoke the already drunken blond the was across from him.
"Your one to talk you bastard your drinking alot too..."
"But brother! Your seriously going to get sick!" Al grabbed Eds shoulders and shook him.
"Al...stop shaking the room.." Ed struggled out of Al's grasp and layed his head onto his arms.
"We all told you to stop Boss." Havoc said, while habitually lighting yet another cigarette.
"Yea-h Y-yeah..." Ed lifted himself up out of his seat and started to wobble towards the door.
"Brother! You can't go off by yourself when your like that!" Al ran over to Ed and grabbed his shoulder.
Ed shook him off.
"Al...I-I'm just going to walk back hom-e...It's n-not tha-t f-a-r.." He stuttered.
"Brother..."
"Alphonse, relax, if the pipsqueak thinks he can tough it out and get home by himself when he's completely wasted, then let him." Mustang spoke yet again, looking a little too drunk himself.
Ed turned his head and glared in the general direction of the colonel.
"Al...I'll b-e f-ine..."
"Alright Brother...I''ll be home later then, don't do anything stupid, just go straight home."
Ed walked away, waving his hand slightly, probably an attempt to say good bye.
With a final slam of the door, Ed walked out of the bar, and headed in the direction of his and Al's apartment.
"Uh...Colonel...we think we're going to all head home now alright?" Havoc said, getting up from his seat.
"Yes, Sir, we all have work tomorrow..so maybe you should head home too..." Fuery timidly suggested, following Havoc's lead and getting up himself.
"I have to get home and make sure brother is alright, so I'll be leaving now" Al waved the group of men a quick goodbye and ran out the door.
Roy looked up dizzily.
"Yeah...Hawkeye'll kill if I'm late tomorrow." He calmly said.
He actually knew how to handle his alcohol, unlike FullMetal.
He stood up quickly and pushed in his seat after grabbing his coat.
"Colonel, do you want any-one to walk you home, you drank quite a bit tonight." Falman looked at Roy with a look of genuine concern.
"I'm fine...I can handle myself, I'm not as pathetic as FullMetal." He started to walk away, when he suddenly stumbled.
"Ugh...I'm fine, something just...tripped me..." He pulled himself up once again, making sure he balanced himself this time.
"Alright Sir, if your sure, we'll see you tomorrow then.
The three subordinates walked out of the bar.
"Guess I shouldn't have drunk so much after all..." He said.
He slowly walked out the door and noticed that it had started to rain.
'Wonderful...I'm going to have a huge hangover tomorrow and it's raining..." He complained.
He took a right turn down the street and decided that he'd take the long way home.
'Might as well try and clear my head'
He walked along the sidewalk, drifting in his own thoughts and lazily looking at the random couples sprawled along the street. Enjoying their dates, or shopping.
He walked...trying to avoid the puddles when he tripped over something that was lying on the side of the sidewalk.
"Ow...what the hell..." He looked under him to see what he'd tripped over. A pair of boots.
"Are you kidding me? Some moron's lying in the sidewalk, he pushed the feet of the person out from under him and then he stood back up.
Rubbing his eyes and turned his head and looked at the man lying on the ground.
"Hey man...you have to get up..you do know it's..." He paused as he noticed the person on the ground looked familiar...
"F-FullMetal!" He looked at Ed with utter confusion, he'd left the bar hours ago, yet he was lying not even 15 minutes away from there.
Ed was leaning against the wall, sleeping. His hair was draping infront of his face and his red jacket was falling off of his right shoulder.
"You little idiot, Alphonse is going to absolutely kill you, this isn't even the way to you apartment! FullMetal! FullMetal! Wake Up!" He knelt down on Ed's side and violently shook his left shoulder.
Ed didn't even budge...He was seriously knocked out.
"Moron really did drink way to much..."
Roy shook Ed once again.
"Damnit Fullmetal, WAKE UP! I SAID WAKE UP!"
"...loud..." Ed mumbled.
Ed's eyes blinked open slightly.
"Finally, damnit FullMetal, get the hell up, your soaking wet now." Roy grabbed Ed's arm and pulled him to his feet.
"Ugh...my head...where the fuck am I...Al?" Ed looked up to see who he thought would be Al.
Wrong.
"Mustang! What the fucking hell are you doing here?"
"I am going HOME, what I'd like to know is what the hell YOUR doing here."
"I was...walking home when I decided I wanted to take a walk...I need to get home.."
Ed shook Roy off his arm and took a step forward then he stumbled.
"God fucking damnit...I think I did drink a little to much."
"A little? FullMetal you drank way more than just a little."
"Shut the fuck up Bastard, your not one to talk...you look as fucking wasted as I feel."
"Atleast I can stand." Roy smirked.
"Screw you..."
Ed got up and tried to walk again, unsuccessfully.
"Damnit!"
"FullMetal, there's no way in hell your going to make it all the way home when you can't even take a single step, not to mention it's really late."
Roy grabbed Ed's hand and pulled him up, Ed used Roy as his crutch.
"Well where the fuck am I supposed to go...What? You want me to fucking sleep on the damn street tonight, screw you."
"No, you can...come with me to my place, I'll call Alphonse when we get there and tell him that I found you and that you can't get home so your staying at my place."
"I seriously must be fucking wasted if I'm actually agreeing to go to your place. Fine."
With Roy helping Ed not fall on his face, the two walked slowly towards Roy's house.
"Here we are..." Roy stomped up the steps with Ed dizzily trailing behind him.
"Atleast I can walk on my own..."
"Yeah, thanks to you FullMetal, my shoulders are going to hurt, you heavy for someone so short.
"Oh shut the hell up and open the damn door Mustang.
Roy pulled out his key from his pocket and unlocked his door.
He quickly stepped inside and removed his coat.
"Well..FullMetal get in here already."
He turned away from Ed and snapped, causing the fireplace that was across the room to flicker to life.
"Wow, Mustang, and I thought your place would be a fucking mansion or something, but this is actually a normal house, who knew?" Ed said with a slightly surprised voice.
"Well come in and sit, and don't get anything wet."
Ed was still soaked from lying on the ground.
".Yeah."
Ed took a step forward, and took his boots off.
He walked towards the couch, when suddenly he felt dizzy again and tripped forward.
"Whoa..." He yelled.
"Damnit-"
Ed fell directly ontop of Roy.
"Ugh...FullMetal, when I said to not get things wet, that included me, what where your going next time."
"Oh shuit the fuck up, it's not my fault, I got dizzy again."
He put his arms on either side on Roy's head and pushed himself to his knees.
Roy sat up too and looked at Ed's face.
"FullMetal, are you alright...you look like your about to get sick or something."
"Huh?...Yeah I'm fine...I'm just a little dizzy still...and it's kind of ho-" Ed suddenly fell over and landed into Roy's lap.
"FullMetal! FullMetal? Edward! What the hell's wrong!" Roy turned Ed onto his back and picked him up, and took him over to the couch.
Ed was sweating and his face was red.
"Damnit, he's probably getting a fever from lying out in the rain."
He removed the blond strands from Ed's face and placed them behind his ears. He put the back of his hand on Ed's forehead.
"Yeah, he's definitely got a fever, damnit FullMetal, why don't you ever listen to people when they tell you you've had enough. Well...I guess I'll call Alphonse, then I'll try to lower his fever"
He went over to the phone, and quickly called Al.
"Yeah, he's fine, he just has a slight fever, I'll keep him here tonight.
He reassured Al, and then hung up.
"Well...what the hell should I do first?"
He walked over to the couch once more.
"Well I can't leave him in those wet clothes..."
~Chapter 2 coming soon ~