"Gimme another round..." the newly depressed blonde demanded, slamming his shot glass on the wooden counter with a loud thud. His golden eyes were now a harsh, dull amber as he glared at the bartender.
The bartender sighed at the young man in sympathy and refilled his glass, slipping his second shot to him. "Rough day, huh?"
"You don't know the half of it..." Ed sighed, quickly shooting the alcohol down his throat.
"Hey, Jeff. You know my usual..." a female voice sighed next to the former alchemist. Ed's head turned to the girl. She was beautiful, to say the least. Long, wavy brown locks fell around her face and down just slightly passed her shoulders. She had bright green eyes the color of emeralds and full pink lips, glossed with a clear coat of lipshine. She was wearing a dark blue dress that reached a few inches above her knees. Her brown waves tousled when she turned her head to Edward, giving him a nod and a light smile. "You new here?"
"Nyuh-huh..." Ed nodded, returning the weak smile although it didn't quite reach his eyes. "So what's wrong with you?"
The girl let out a soft, pixie-like laugh. He had already figured the place out. "I got fired. You?"
"I got dumped by the woman I wasn't even in a relationship with."
"Did I mention my boss was my father?"
"Did I mention the girl was my childhood friend since the day we were born?"
"Okay, you win," she giggled, lifting her margarita to her lips and taking a smooth sip. Ed grabbed hold of the beer he had just ordered.
"Well then, to being dumped," he sighed raising it.
"To being fired," she nodded, crashing her glass with his bottle. "So, what's your name?"
"Edward. You?"
"Grace."
"Grace," he echoed with a shake of the head in approval.
"Well, Edward, it's been fun," Grace grinned while standing up from her barstool.
"Wait. Hold up. You can't be leaving after one drink..."
"Oh, I could never-"
"You know, I bet you'd look really good with your hair down..."
"My hair... Is down..."
All she got in response was his signature, idiotic grin, the alcohol obviously already kicking in.
They had quite an adventure, Ed and Grace. They ended up throwing a few crazy stunts where they would end up cheering for drunks on the karaoke stage and throwing fits about just about everything. Ed had learned Grace was a very uptight and classy girl... Most of the time. But, boy, can alcohol change a person... Grace now had her arms tightly wrapped around a bottle of champagne, a butter knife in the other hand.
"You ready!"
"YEAH!" a large formation of almost everyone in the bar applauded, watching the drunken girl on the stage with watchful, completely opposite of sober, eyes. Edward stood next to her on stage, shouting with the rest of the crowd.
"Okay! Here I go!"
Ed had a drunken smile on his face as he stood next to her and cheered, "ONE! TWO! THREE!"
She hit the knife on the top of the bottle and it came flying off, the white bubbles exploding from the bottle and releasing the drink, a few drunks trying to catch the beverage in their mouths.
"WOOOOHOOOO!"
"Grace! You're my best friend! My best friend!" Ed exclaimed, drunk sobs and a few hiccups erupting from his chest as he wrapped two white-sleeved arms around her and sobbing into her hair.
"I love you too, Ed!" she screamed, wrapping her arms around him with a hiccup as the rest of the crowd cheered as the blonde and brunette were dragged off the stage so the people there could continue on with the karaoke.
A few dozen drinks later, the golden eyed boy we all know and love was standing on the stage of the karaoke bar, his gold hair was let down and hanging where ever it desired, the waves twisting around his shoulders. He was swaying before catching his shaken balance. He raised a hand at the cheering crowd.
"Alright! This is for all a -hiccup- you that hate your -hic- stupid lives!" Edward slurred, stopping to catch his balance. The crowd continued to roar in agreement. "So for those of you that have been dumped!"
"Yeah!" came the response from half of the audience.
"And for those of you that have been fired!"
"Yeah!" the other half cheered, Grace being the loudest of them.
"We just gotta let it out! So when I say screw, you say you! Screw!"
"YOU!"
"Screw!"
"YOU!"
"Woooooooo!" And with that, the blonde turned his back to the crowd and got on the edge of the stage, dropping downward so the hands of stangers supported his back in an activity we may call crowd surfing.
"Hubluhhhh-uggghhh!"came the sound of the clearly hung over twenty-one-year-old the next morning, vomiting in a basin Alphonse had lovingly shoved to Edward's chest.
A cold glare was easily specified in the younger Elric's brown eyes. "Just what were you thinking, brother?"
After a few spits and sputters, the sickly older sibling flashed his golden eyes up to Alphonse. "I don't know... I wasn't thinking again..."
"Well, that would explain it!"
"Ow... Please stop yelling..."
A sigh slipped from the clutches of Al's lips. "Honestly, brother, you have to start being more responsible..."
"Nymmmhmmmm..."
"If you're going to drink, at least let me know where you're going so that I can drive you back... I know you're upset about Winry but-"
"Yeah, okay, Al..."
"Alright... And no more crowd surfing. You need to lay off the alcohol a bit too..."
"Yeah, alright."
"Good."
"Oh, and one more thing...?"
"Yes?"
"... Get me a Bloody Mary?"
(A/N: Okay, I decided a bit of a funnier chapter would be approproriate... I wrote this at school, actually. Thank God no teachers came around when they noticed me scrawling in my FanFic notebook XD. Remember, reviews=updates. Let me know what you think. I promise next chapter will be more serious :])
~Lexie
