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He sipped his drink. Brandy, his, what was it now, ninth glass? Smooth and rich to the taste. It was his friend on nights like these. Nights when he regretted what he had done.
His past was a sore point for him.
He was a famous, but for some of the wrong reasons.
Womanizer.
War hero.
Flame alchemist.
Flames. Flames brought life and destruction. Destruction of life.
The Ishbal war.
His own sins.
His thoughts circled around like that again and again.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he staggered home and fell onto the couch.
He hated his life at times.
Please review and let me know what you think. I know that its probably out of character, but it's the way that I think that Mustang would feel at times when he's drunk.
Any way, please leave me a review to tell me how I went.