Video Games

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He should have known he was done for when she made a slight mention of his favorite video game in conversation, and even more so when she challenged him to a match.

Al rolled his eyes as Ed and Winry shit-talked their way through setting up his old Nintendo 64.

"I hope you're well hydrated," Ed began, and turned on the game system, "because you're going to be pissing tears when this is over."

Winry scrunched her nose and took the controller from his hand. "You're nasty."

The opening for 007 GoldenEye began to play.

"What kind of death match to you want?" Ed asked, sneering as they situated themselves on the couch.

"License to Kill," Winry replied, glaring intensely.

"Tch! Should've picked Golden Gun," Ed chastised, to which Winry swatted him on the shoulder.

"Quit stalling and get ready to for the whoopin' of your life," she chided.

"Whatever," he grumbled, started the game.

A minute in, and he was dead.

"HA!" Winry squeaked, and turned to shout in Ed's ear. "Suck on THAT!"

"LUCKY SHOT!" he shouted back. "REMATCH!"

They started the second round, and in two minutes, he was dead again.

"OOOOOOHHH!" Winry boomed, clapping her hands in triumph. "Whose pissing tears again?!"

"Shut up!" he snapped. "Let's go again!"

The third round began. This time, Winry was the one to die

"YEEEEEAAAAYYYYAAAAWWW!" Ed screamed, stomping to his feet and punching the air. "IN YOUR FACE!"

"I'M STILL WINNING, IDIOT!" Winry projected, and elbowed his side.

"NOT FOR LONG!" Ed replied, and slammed his backside back into the couch as he started the fourth round.

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Ling was staring at the living room ceiling when a knock came from his front door.

"C'mon in," he announced, and Al entered the apartment with a groan.

"Please tell me I can get some quiet here," the blond sighed, as he flopped into a nearby chair. "Just for a little bit."

"I can't make any promises," Ling stated. "Though, may I ask, why are you coming to my apartment for silence?"

"Because Ed and Winry don't know how to keep it down," Al replied, and Ling immediately shot up from his rested position on the couch.

"Oh really?" he inquired.

Al's eyes grew wide. "No, no, no! Not like that!"

An unexpected burst of screaming came from below them, and echoed through the entirety of Ling's apartment.

"YOU ARE A DIRTY, FILTHY PIRATE HOOKER!"

"OH, EAT MY ASS, YOU BIG BABY!"

Ling blinked incredulously as he let the profane shouting fill his ears.

"Ah," he finally said. "They're playing video games."

Al let out a pained breath, and Ling quickly got to his feet, grabbed his keys, and headed towards the door as he slipped on his shoes.

"Are you leaving?" Al asked.

"Yep," he answered, "and you're coming with me. I don't want to hear what happens when they finally turn it off."

"Good point," he agreed, and followed close behind.

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