Night at the bar
A fan fiction by Emma Elric
Al walks into a bar. He looks around for Ed. Al sees Ed and Mustang making out in a corner booth. Al thinks he is going to vomit, but then remembers that he is a suit of armor, and therefore, cannot vomit. Al runs over to Ed and Mustang. “Ni-san! What are you doing!?!”
Ed turns and looks at Al. “Al... What are you doin’ here?”
“What am I doing here?? What are YOU doing here?? And WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MUSTANG!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!??! For ONE, HE’S A GUY! And for TWO, you HATE him!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Ridiculous! How could I hate some one who is so smexy??”
Al looks accusingly at Ed. “Ni-san, have you been drinking?”
“Of coarse not! *hic* I’m a minor, I’m not allowed to drink…”
“Then, what’s that?” *Points to mug in Ed’s hand*
“Umm… water??”
“Since when has water been brown??”
“Uhh… It’s… Well water?”
Mustang takes a sip of his “Well Water.” Mustang passes out.
“Aww GREAT!! Now look what you did Al!”
“It’s not MY fault! If you guys hadn’t been drinking so much…”
“Oh, so now your calling me short, huh?”
“Nani? I didn’t say…”
“YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!!!”
Ed transmutes his automail into a blade. Ed stands up and sways back and forth. He charges at Al, but misses him by three feet (or more.) Ed turns around, and charges at Al again.
“Ni-san, Stop it!”
“Arhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Ed trips over something (probably his own feet,) and falls on the ground. Mustang wakes up (still drunk.) He sees Ed on the floor and gets mad. He snaps his fingers, and there is a huge explosion. The whole building sets on fire, and everyone runs outside. Ed points at Al. “This is all YOUR fault Al!!”
“Nani!! MY fault!! This is all Mustangs fault!! He’s the one that set the building on fire!”
“Don’t blame Roy for the things that You do! We’re leaving!!”
“Fine!”
Al turns and sees Ed and Mustang walking away holding hands. Al thinks he is going to vomit, but then remembers that he is a suit of armor, and therefore, cannot vomit. “Oh well, they’re so drunk, they’ll probably pass out before they can do anything.” Al starts thinking about what “anything” would be. Al thinks he is going to vomit, but then remembers that he is a suit of armor, and therefore, cannot vomit. “Shit! I hate being a suit of Armor!” >: (
