"umm… is he okay?" Al asked slowly, being careful to avoid the twitching, whispering alchemist, who was currently being pulled across the floor, his arms wrapped around Greed's leg. Greed shrugged.
"He's kinda stoned…" Greed said, and Kimblee blinked twice, then began to twitch.
"Will he die?" Al asked, ever the worried soul. Greed laughed.
"Nope. Say hi, Kimmie."
"My underwear is twisted."
Dante stood for a moment outside the door, wondering if she should knock, after all, this body was really in no condition to fight, and this might very well be a trap. She looked at Rose, who was petting her baby quietly and then back at the door.
"Well, I suppose here we go." She said. She gave the door a firm knock and it was answered by Marta, who smelled a little like metal polish.
"Well Hi!" Marta said amicably. She moved so they could walk in. Kimblee had abandoned being dragged around and was now sitting on the bar staring at people and making chicken noises. Dante stared for a minute, before Dorchette looked up.
"Caffeine gum." He said, and Dante slowly nodded, although she had no earthly clue what they meant by that. Kimblee continued to cluck and shuffle his hands against the bar. Greed was laughing and poking him with a swizzle stick. Al was still avoiding the Crimson Alchemist, and Edward had made good friends with a Bloody Mary.
And that was when Scar came in.
(A/n: Darkness, this is for you!)