Prompt: Meeting at a Party Whilst Drunk

Pairing: Edwin

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Winry had one, possibly six drinks too many.

The room was spinning at an alarming rate, and she wasn't sure she'd make it to the bathroom before spewing anything and everything that she put in her mouth that night. How many cupcakes did she eat again? … Never mind, she didn't want to find out.

"Ngh, room, please, stop spinning," she grumbled, as she moved slowly passed laughing groups and couples inches away from removing clothing.

When she found the bathroom, she was ready to praise any singular or plural set of gods that might exist. She slipped into the room and fumbled to the toilet, wrapping her arms around the (thankfully) lemony-scented clean seat, and prepared for the blow out.

She wasn't prepared for the boy that was passed out in the tub to sit up and burp loudly.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed, as she grabbed the closest thing to her, which just so happened to be a metal toilet paper holder, and flung it at the inebriated man.

The guy let out a shriek as the object made contact with his head, and began to scream obscenities. "What the hell was that for?!"

"For scaring the pants off of me, you big idiot!" she shouted, but her throat began to burn, and the vomit began to rise.

She dropped her head into the toilet as fast as she could, and the sickness began spew.

She felt her hair be lifted from her back and pulled into a palmed ponytail, and, once she finished, looked up to see burping man playing the role of a human hair tie.

"Thanks," she whimpered, and spat the rest of her internal nastiness into the toilet.

The guy shrugged. "Yeah, don't mention it. You okay?"

Winry deadpanned. "Totally, as you can tell."

"Alright, Captain Smartass," he sneered. "Do you have a friend you need me to get?"

"She'll be looking for me in a minute," she groaned. "I told her I had to ralph."

"Ralph?" he laughed, "What? Are you from the forties?"

"Frozen in time to sass the youth of the new century," she replied.

"Thank you for your service," he smirked. "I'm Ed."

"Winry," she smiled, but it quickly faded as her face turned a placid green, and she dropped her head back into the toilet.

"Oh shit," Ed exclaimed, albeit with a slight chuckle, and held her hair in his hands once again.

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