The men were stumbling down the streets, apart from Falman. He had stopped himself after two drinks.
He was currently helping a completely sober Kenny get a very drunk Roy Mustang back to his apartment.
"You cheated, didn't you?"
"He challenged me to a drinking contest. I drank SOME alcohol, just most of it was soda." She replied with an evil grin.
"Don't tell him. I wanna see how long it takes him to figure it out." Silence on the part of her companion.
"Besides, call this a simple prank. Like the time I put superglue on his chair." More silence.
"That was a simple prank?"
"Well, when you put it that way, I guess it wasn't. I just wanted to see how mad he'd get. But, you've gotta admit that it was hilarious."
"It took us seven hours to get him out of that chair. He ripped the seat of his pants." Kenny laughed at the memory.
"He was trying to find me for days after that. Heh, too bad I was already sent on a mission." Falman let out an exasperated sigh.
"Come on, Vato, lighten up. It WAS hilarious! I'm so glad that Havoc got pictures like I'd asked him to. Oh! That reminds me, I better get copies of those and mail some of them to Maes back in Central."
"The Colonel won't be pleased."
"That's the point! It's so easy to piss him off! Besides, consider it payback for all the times he's TRIED to piss me off."
"Each attempt resulted in failure."
"You're right about that."
"Then the point of revenge?"
"It's fun. I'll let you in on my next prank if you'd like. Maybe then you could learn how to have some fun yourself." A pause.
"No."
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"I'll get him to bed. You worry about those morons." Kenny told Falman, who nodded and then looked for his comrades.
They were all in a piled heap in the middle of the street.
He sighed.
"I just want this night to be over."
"Nah, it's too much fun." Her gaze dropped to the unconscious man hanging from her shoulder.
"I'll probably end up staying here tonight. To make sure he actually wakes up tomorrow." Falman nodded and Kenny spoke again.
"You should get those bozos home before they kill themselves. Also, drop by my brother's room and let him know that I'm fine and completely sober. He's more than likely still awake and scared shitless because he thinks I'll be coming home drunk. Let him know that he'll see me tomorrow night." Again, the officer nodded and turned around to deal with the situation on hand as Kenny dragged the Colonel into his apartment, after stealing his key from his uniform pocket, and then placed him down on the couch.
She wiped her brow dramatically and then stared down at the unconscious man, blue eyes empty and emotionless.
She was used to this. Dragging the Colonel home after a night of drinking, most of it being her fault, she knew. However, the young woman also knew that he had wanted to get this drunk in attempts to push things from his mind. If only temporarily.
Kenny sat herself down on an arm chair, her arms resting lazily on her thighs as she stared.
Colonel Roy Mustang was suffering and there was nothing she, or anyone else he knew, could do about it.
She blamed the war.
Just the war. Kenny held no grudge against the reasons behind the war. She just blamed the war having such effects on such a strong, admirable man.
Kenny did not blame the Ishballans. She did not blame the State. She just blamed the war and all wars in general and prayed to God that she'd never have to fight in one. It was something she was deeply terrified to do, because either way, her brother would lose her.
If she lived, she would come back changed.
If she died, he would be all alone.
Seth didn't deserve to be alone. Not at all.
It was due to her fears, she believed that she secretly supported Roy Mustang with his goal in leading the country as the Furher. Because she knew if he was in charge, things would be different.
There would be no more war.
He hated war as it brought back horrid memories. She hated war because she thought only of a horrid future.
A small smile made its way to her pale visage.
"We're a lot alike, Furher Mustang. A lot alike, but so different all the same." And she bowed her head, falling silent and closing her eyes.
It would be best now to get some sleep. She had a busy day to fulfill once Roy woke up.
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Onyx orbs opened and then snapped shut due to the blinding light and the horrible headache. Then, after a few moments, they reopened and blinked several times.
A very quiet laugh soon erupted.
"Good morning, Roy. Bad hangover?" Despite feeling completely sick to his stomach and feeling even more of a headache coming on, Roy shot up.
This only resulted in more laughter.
"It's just Kenny. NO we didn't do anything, I merely dragged you home again and stayed to make sure you'd survive through the night." He blinked several more times and the young woman came into view, holding a cup of coffee out to him, smiling.
He could tell, even in his dazed, hangover state, it was forced.
"Ugh." But he took the coffee he was offered anyway.
"Now, my job is done. I have the day off and many other things-"
"You're not smiling the way you normally do." Her eyes widened and then she grinned.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're concerned." He stared at her blearily, taking a sip of the coffee and blinking.
She'd known exactly how to make it.
The Colonel sighed.
"Why did you stay? You're obviously not yourself."
"I already told you. You drank yourself into a stupor last night. I figured someone needed to watch you and I know I'D be creeped out if I awoke to see Falman staring at me. Besides, you have a pounding headache, right? I'm trying to make you feel BETTER not worse. "
"I- see your point."
"And, it's not like I haven't done this before. Usually, though, I leave before you wake up." His gaze flickered back to the red head and he blinked upon seeing that she was not in her uniform, but in civilian wear.
She wore a black blouse and a brown pair of pants. Her red hair, which was always tied back in a lazy ponytail, was done up in a messily made bun.
Kenny looked completely different.
Unlike herself.
"You- look different."
"Sheesh, even with a hangover, you're a pervert." But she still smiled.
"I have things to do today. It's the first day off I've ever had since joining the Military. Since I became Rubidium Dynamite." The woman picked up a brown rucksack and flashed another smile at her boss.
"I'll see you 'round, Colonel. Don't forget to go in today. Riza might shoot you." And then she left, leaving the man very confused.
Was that really Kenny?
Roy just finished his coffee and forced himself to his feet, stumbling slightly before heading to the bathroom to take a shower and change into a clean uniform.
He'd learned not to even try and figure her out. She was a strange one, she was.