"Alright, Ed.. I have a date now don't leave the apartment." Mustang stared daggers at the grinning teen, he had a bad feeling Ed was up to something.
"Whats wrong, Coronel Bastard, don't you have a date?" Edward grinned happily, Roy nodded.. and slowly exited the building.. as soon as he was out of earshot Ed let out a loud yawn.
Edward sat up suddenly. "Lets look through his stuff."
Alphonse shook his head. "No way we can't do that! Besides.." Al sighed secretly he -WAS- a little curious of what Roy might have in his apartment.
"C'mon Al! You know you want to know what he has hidden here! This is too good to waste! He'll be gone for a few hours anyways." Edward started towards Roys bedroom but Al grabbed him
"Brother!" Alphonse sighed, refusing to let his curiousity get the better of him.
Edward sighed "Alright Al.. but.. hey is that a cat?!?" Edward grinned as his little brother turned around, he took this chance to bolt into Roys room, locking the door with alchemy.
"I don't- BROTHER!" Al groaned.
Edward laughed childishly. "ONE SEC AL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I FIND!"
He dug through the drawers, a date planner.. god did he hate that bastard. He dug through the drawers for a couple of minutes, completely carelessly throwing things and stuffing a few things in his pockets. He shoved the crap back in Mustangs drawer and slumped on the couch. Al was reading a book. "Find anything?"
Edward reached into his coat pocket, a bottle of old vodka, and a book on flame alchemy. "Just this."
Alphonse sighed. "I hope you're not planning on DRINKING that, you're underage and it looks pretty old."
Edward laughed. "What? People drink old wine all the time, all the expensive wine is old."
Alphonse shook his head. "No way brother.. you can't drink that."
"It'll be fineeeeeeeeeeeeee." he uncorked the bottle and took a long gulp, the vodka running down his chin, he slumped on the couch next to his brother who was screaming worriedly.
A few minutes later Edward had finished the entire bottle, his movements were slow and clumsy. He clutched his stomach, groaning out loud.
"SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT" he ran to the bathroom and threw up for five minutes straight. Alphonse waited worriedly by the door.
"Brother?! Are you okay?"
"Nooooo just peachy.."
"Should I take you to the doctor?"
"NO DAMNIT I AM NOT GOING TO A -" he paused to throw up again.
Just then the door opened.
"Something wrong?" Roy ran into the bathroom. Al sighed.
"What happened?" Roy groaned. Alphonse shook his head solemly.
"Brother and vodka don't mix. I think he's sick."
"What the fuck? Where did he get that? urgh.. this suuuuuuuucks... I'm going to need to hire a freaking babysitter, he's like a freaking .. argh... stupid idiot; you're gonna have a hellova hangover and where the hell did you get it? oh let me guess.. damnit I was saving that, you little prick aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgh." Roy was pulling out his own hair, still screaming, Alphonse attempted to calm him down and Ed continued to vomit. Yup, a good first day at Roys.