Disclaimer- i am merely a poor fan paying homage to the splendor that is FMA.
and now, angst free, it is Drabble the Seventeenth!!!!!!!!!
There was a frantic pounding on his door, accompanied by an energetic, albeit muffled, sort of shouting. Roy cracked open an eye and blearily regarded the clock. 3am. Ok, it had better either fire or death to have Maes this riled up at such an ungodly hour. He clambered off of the bed with all the grace of a hibernating bear, and unlocked the door.
Just in time for Maes to swing it open. The smile on the other mans face grew to manic proportions, even for him, and he hauled Roy into a rib-snapping hug. Roy almost choked on the amount of alcohol wafting from the other mans grinning face, then attempted to free himself.
"SHE SAID YES!" Maes shouted, determined to tell not only his friend but also the entire city if his volume was any measure.
"Congratulations." Roy drawled, and then turned, deciding bed was the preferable option, at least until Maes calmed down at least a little.
"Come celebrate with me!"
"I think you are doing a rather good job on your own."
"It isn't the same without you!" Maes decided, tugging Roy back out into the hall. The older man was far too stable for as drunk as he smelled, Roy decided, and unfairly so, for he found himself being hauled to a bar, in the wee hours of the morning, in his bedclothes.