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Drabble the Ninth: Drinking Buddies

Scar was walking along one night when he caught sight of the Flame Alchemist. He almost didn't recognize him in regular civilian clothes, but Scar was not one to forget a face. Flame was walking with another man, a friend Scar supposed, and they were laughing and joking as they walked. He decided to follow them; if he had the chance, he could get rid of another State Alchemist tonight. They went into a bar, and he waited outside…and waited…and waited…until finally he got fed up with waiting and walked in after them. He winced as he was blasted with raucous noise and bright light, but got over it soon enough when he caught sight of his target, sitting with his friend at a table in the far corner. He strode purposefully over to them, looming over the table. Flame's friend looked up…and grinned widely.

"Hey, lookit my kid!" he shoved a photograph of a smiling little girl into Scar's face, "In'she cute? C'mon, siddown with us. Have a drink."

Scar was wearing the classic surprised 'Who, me?' expression on his face. Obviously they were too drunk to recognize him. He frowned, "I don't drink."

"You don' know whatcher missing!" the man grabbed Scar's left arm and yanked him down into the seat next to his. The Ishbalan was far too surprised to resist; nobody had dared to try and yank him by the arm anywhere in years. The man gestured to himself and Flame, "M'name's Maes, an' this is my bes' friend, Roy."

"Scar," said Scar. He was beginning to feel exceedingly uncomfortable, but Maes still had a vice-like grip on his arm, preventing him from getting up.

"Nice t'meet ya," Roy spoke for the first time, grinning widely, "Y'know, you look familiar…"

"Ah, doesn't matter," Maes shrugged, then grinned as a waitress put another glass on the table. He pushed it over to Scar, "Here ya go."

Scar looked warily at the amber liquid sitting innocently in front of him, not wanting to be anywhere near it. But even though Maes had let go of his arm, there was now a thick knot of people standing next his side of the table, so even if he did get up he wouldn't be able to escape. He was really regretting ever following these two in the first place, State Alchemist or not. Maes and Roy were whispering conspiratorially, shooting looks at both Scar and the untouched glass; it was making him even more nervous than he already was.

"Look!" Roy suddenly shouted, pointing at something behind Scar.

Normally, Scar wouldn't have looked, but the Ishbalan was so jumpy by now that he twisted his head around right away. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, he cursed silently at how he had fallen for the simplest of tricks and turned back around with a glare, his mouth open slightly to speak. But before he could say anything, 'his' glass was unexpectedly shoved against his mouth, tilted so that the drink inside flooded in. He was too surprised to do anything but give a rather muffled cry of indignation, but even that died quickly as the liquid filled his mouth and he was forced to swallow before it wound up going down his windpipe. And even then the offending glass wasn't taken away, but held firmly in place so that he had no choice but to continue drinking in this manner. By now the surprise had worn off enough for him to start struggling, but Roy was pinning his arms behind his chair with a surprising amount of strength (he was still far too shocked to remember to use his right arm to get away), and wherever he moved his head the glass resolutely followed. Only when it was empty was it removed, leaving him gagging on the horrible taste and gasping for air. And then, to add insult to injury, both Roy and Maes put a friendly arm around his shoulders, one on each side.

"There, now, s'not so bad, is it?" Maes grinned.

Scar looked back and forth between the two for a few seconds before hanging his head in something akin to despair. He was trapped. That was when he began to feel…odd. Like he couldn't concentrate or think properly.

"What's wrong with me?" he asked nobody in particular, a slight note of panic in his voice.

Roy looked accusingly at his friend, "Told you, Maes. Told you it was too strong for him t'drink all at once."

"Ah, he'll be fine," Maes waved his hand nonchalantly at Scar, who now had a kind of vacant smile on his face, "Hey, want s'more?"

"Okay."

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Scar was long gone.

A/N: Whoo, more silliness! I'm going to continue this in another drabble, because it's fun. But until then, feel free to imagine what kind of craziness happens afterwards. Anyway, time to answer reviews!

LadyRiona: Oh, yay, a box with a view! -joy- Anywho, I'm glad you thought it was funny. (I thought of Inuyasha when I wrote that, too)
Anasazi Darkmoon: Your reviews are a joy to read. Hehehe...lots of funny little skits...anyway, I drew the trenchcoat picture, but I'm having some difficulties with my scanner. I'll tell you when I've gotit up, though.
MoonGlitter2: Hard to believe, but hey, it's crack. :)
Chiizu-chan: I'm glad you like them so much! Scar-san can be plenty silly just by being himself; it's great, ne? As for Barry the Chopper...I dunno, I'm no good at writing him, really. It'd turn out horrible...-sweatdrop- Funny about the cosplaying, though. Hehehe...
no one's friend: Nah, this punishment is much, much worse than that. I know what you mean about the chair thing...I've still got little siblings, so I got the idea from my mom administering this punishment to my sister right in front of me. -shudder- Yay for rebellion and breaking of chairs!