challenge - philosophical maes and roy. given that i have a degree in philosophy, this was just plain fun. -fireun
"Hey, Roy, you believe in fate?"
"No. You?"
"Naw." Maes took a heroic swig of the cheap alcohol with hardly a wince, and passed it back to his sprawled companion. "No fate. Everything that happens is our own damn doing. Freedom of action and all that."
"Our own fault then?" Roy accepted the flask, glared balefully at it, and took a slightly more conservative taste.
"See, that's your problem, pal." Maes rolled over onto his stomach and jabbed a finger in Roy's direction. "You, sir, are a pessimist!"
"I prefer realist." Roy responded, miffed.
"Bah. Whatever. It's all the same dysfunction." Maes huffed, plopping his head down onto his arms in disgust.
Roy looked over at his friend, sprawled in the grass, uniform jacket in an irreverent pile off to the side. "Maes?"
"Yah?" Maes muttered into his arms.
"So you don't believe in fate, right?"
"Right. We just went over that."
Roy grinned, and upended the flask over Maes' head. As Maes surged to his feet, sputtering with all the rage of a wet cat, Roy couldn't help but break into the enthusiastic laughter of the truly inebriated.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" Maes roared, eyes burning where some alcohol had dripped in.
"I was merely expressing my freedom." Roy grinned.
Maes stared at him for one long, disbelieving moment, before breaking into booming laughter. "You bastard." He whooped, taking in the cat-in-cream grin on Roy's face. "You smug bastard."