Sorry this is so late. My computer's being a pain. Hurried upload. Will have to write more later. Bye!
And It's okay Mahou! Have fun on your trip, did you?
Whiskey burned. Ed could never see how Roy could keep such a supply around, drown himself in it, and manage to make it up the next day, going about his normal routine.
"It's not that bad. You're just a kid." Roy would tell him every morning he asked, adjusting the collar to his uniform in the mirror.
He drank a sip.
Ed was no good at holding his liquor. How did Roy manage bottles of it and still be so serene?
He wanted that secret, and to know why he had developed such a horrible habit in the first place.