Prompt 177, Standup Comedy, "Comedy Night"
Title: Comedy Night
Author: pedanticpigeon
Series: Any
Word Count: 997
Rating: PG
Characters: Edward and Alphonse Elric, OC
Summary: Edward hated comedians.
Warnings: None
A/N: I am posting this early due to the fact that I will be leaving for a week-long trip tomorrow and I won't have access to the internet whatsoever. So, here you go.
My original concept for this prompt involved Fuery POV, a drunk!Team Mustang (sans Hawkeye, of course) and silly antics, but the development did not go as well as I would've liked and I also had this strange urge to write the Elric brothers. Though I had a blast writing this, I am not at all proud at how this turned out, to be quite frank. Please forgive my sorry excuse for an entry; I hope you enjoy it more than I did (I will probably regret posting this in the future). Also, most of this was written via my cell phone (traveling; what can you do?), so there are probably going to be a few grammar errors.
Edward tore his eyes away from his alchemy book to look up at the front door of the military suite that he and Al temporarily called home as it swung open, revealing a large suit of armor that was just barely able to fit through the frame.
Before Ed had the chance to acknowledge his brother, Al had already clanked to his side and slapped a plain, yellow paper that he apparently had been clutching on the table in front of the older alchemist with unnecessary force.
Edward made no movement to even glance at the paper, but lifted an eyebrow at his brother curiously. "What is this, Al?"
Alphonse pulled a chair back from the table and sat in front of the golden-eyed teenager. "Just read it, Brother."
Edward frowned as he set down his book and picked up the flyer, confused. In awkward, blocky letters, it read:
Orielle's Food & Bar is proud to announce a special event:
Comedy Night with Larry Stein! That’s right, folks! The celebrated stand-up comic will be performing at our restaurant, ONE NIGHT ONLY!
Kids’ meals will be half-off! Bring your friends and family! It will be a night to remember!
Slowly, Edward placed the irritatingly zealous flyer with far too many exclamation marks back on the table, his lips shaking slightly. He swallowed back his laughter and gave Al look of exaggerated mock-seriousness.
“Al, why did you-“
“Can we go, Brother? Please?”
Edward sat back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head, a slow, amused smile curling his lip. “Why do you even want to, Al?”
A sigh emanated from the hollow armor. “Because we never make time to enjoy ourselves, Brother.”
The smile had erased itself from Edward’s visage. “You know why, Al,” he answered quietly.
“Yes, I do. But that doesn't mean that we're supposed to restrict ourselves from any form of indulgence until we regain our bodies,” Al responded. "We are still children, after all," he added jokingly, the unseen smile so apparent in his voice that Ed could just picture Colonel Bastard crossing his arms and frowning down at their youth condescendingly.
Edward considered his brother for a moment. He had sometimes forgotten that along with everything Al was, he was also just a fourteen-year-old boy who needed some time away from the gravity of his life. Hell, Ed needed it, too.
The Fullmetal Alchemist exhaled slowly, defeated. “Fine, Al, we’ll go to your damn Comedy Night.”
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Orielle’s had always been a popular restaurant in Central, but Ed had never seen the place so packed before. After waiting in line outside the entrance for about half an hour (and a failed attempt at getting in early using Ed's “I’m a State Alchemist” card), the Elric brothers were finally being led to a table in the near-back, people at eyeing Al in perplexity as the brothers followed behind a young hostess. Out of aggravation and defensiveness, Edward shot them all lethal glares in response.
As they settled into their chairs, Ed inspected the restaurant in disgust and crossed his arms stubbornly. “This guy better be hilarious as hell, Al."
Alphonse laughed. “Lighten up, Brother! We’re going to have a great time.”
Edward mumbled incoherently and huffed. He moved his eyes to the stage that was set up for the evening's happenings.
A tall, red-haired man with massive ears stood in front of the microphone stand, loudly rambling on about God-knows-what and then guffawing at his own words.
After several long minutes of watching the so-called comedian with a scowl of distaste deepening his features, Edward decided that the man's jokes were poor and sloppy at best. These idiots like this guy?
The alchemist stole a peek at his younger brother, who, despite his unmoving "face", and lack of gestures, seemed to be having a good time, though Ed had yet to hear him laugh once. And that's when he realized that Al's pleasure came from the pure innocence of the lack of responsibilities rather than the actual event itself. He exhaled slowly and smiled slightly at his younger brother. He could put up with one night of this Stein guy.
"So then I said, 'Drachman? I can't even tie my own shoelaces, let alone be a foreign spy!'" the comedian shouted, resulting in a roar of laughter from the audience and himself.
“You’re not damn funny!” Edward yelled into the raucous, not being able to contain himself.
He didn't expect the restaurant to fall silent as soon the words escaped his mouth, however. He hastily picked up the menu that lay in front of him and ducked his head behind it in embarrassment. How can those bastards hear me from all the way back here?
“Brother!” Al exclaimed, horrified.
“Who said that?” the comedian demanded into his microphone. He sounded as if he'd been wounded. Stein lifted his left hand to hover above his squinted eyes as he scanned the audience. “I can’t see-”
“WHO’RE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT YOU CAN’T SEE MY DIMINUTIVE BODY OVER THE TOP OF THE TABLE?” Edward shouted, furiously throwing his menu onto the table and standing up on his chair defiantly, his gloved automail hand balled into a fist in front of his face.
Alphonse sighed exasperatedly from beside him. “That’s not what he meant, Brother…”
Stein dropped his hand to side, eyes widened in genuine shock. Quickly recovering, he decided that he could use the boy’s outburst to his advantage. He smirked. “Sensitive about your height, there, short-sta-”
Suddenly, Edward felt several pairs of hands grip his being, restraining him from getting any closer to Stein as he shouted and swore and kicked and threatened.
All eyes were on him as security dragged him out of the restaurant.
"I think we're better off just focusing on getting our bodies back..." Al muttered solemnly as he followed the burly men to the exit.
Author: pedanticpigeon
Series: Any
Word Count: 997
Rating: PG
Characters: Edward and Alphonse Elric, OC
Summary: Edward hated comedians.
Warnings: None
A/N: I am posting this early due to the fact that I will be leaving for a week-long trip tomorrow and I won't have access to the internet whatsoever. So, here you go.
My original concept for this prompt involved Fuery POV, a drunk!Team Mustang (sans Hawkeye, of course) and silly antics, but the development did not go as well as I would've liked and I also had this strange urge to write the Elric brothers. Though I had a blast writing this, I am not at all proud at how this turned out, to be quite frank. Please forgive my sorry excuse for an entry; I hope you enjoy it more than I did (I will probably regret posting this in the future). Also, most of this was written via my cell phone (traveling; what can you do?), so there are probably going to be a few grammar errors.
Edward tore his eyes away from his alchemy book to look up at the front door of the military suite that he and Al temporarily called home as it swung open, revealing a large suit of armor that was just barely able to fit through the frame.
Before Ed had the chance to acknowledge his brother, Al had already clanked to his side and slapped a plain, yellow paper that he apparently had been clutching on the table in front of the older alchemist with unnecessary force.
Edward made no movement to even glance at the paper, but lifted an eyebrow at his brother curiously. "What is this, Al?"
Alphonse pulled a chair back from the table and sat in front of the golden-eyed teenager. "Just read it, Brother."
Edward frowned as he set down his book and picked up the flyer, confused. In awkward, blocky letters, it read:
Orielle's Food & Bar is proud to announce a special event:
Comedy Night with Larry Stein! That’s right, folks! The celebrated stand-up comic will be performing at our restaurant, ONE NIGHT ONLY!
Kids’ meals will be half-off! Bring your friends and family! It will be a night to remember!
Slowly, Edward placed the irritatingly zealous flyer with far too many exclamation marks back on the table, his lips shaking slightly. He swallowed back his laughter and gave Al look of exaggerated mock-seriousness.
“Al, why did you-“
“Can we go, Brother? Please?”
Edward sat back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head, a slow, amused smile curling his lip. “Why do you even want to, Al?”
A sigh emanated from the hollow armor. “Because we never make time to enjoy ourselves, Brother.”
The smile had erased itself from Edward’s visage. “You know why, Al,” he answered quietly.
“Yes, I do. But that doesn't mean that we're supposed to restrict ourselves from any form of indulgence until we regain our bodies,” Al responded. "We are still children, after all," he added jokingly, the unseen smile so apparent in his voice that Ed could just picture Colonel Bastard crossing his arms and frowning down at their youth condescendingly.
Edward considered his brother for a moment. He had sometimes forgotten that along with everything Al was, he was also just a fourteen-year-old boy who needed some time away from the gravity of his life. Hell, Ed needed it, too.
The Fullmetal Alchemist exhaled slowly, defeated. “Fine, Al, we’ll go to your damn Comedy Night.”
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Orielle’s had always been a popular restaurant in Central, but Ed had never seen the place so packed before. After waiting in line outside the entrance for about half an hour (and a failed attempt at getting in early using Ed's “I’m a State Alchemist” card), the Elric brothers were finally being led to a table in the near-back, people at eyeing Al in perplexity as the brothers followed behind a young hostess. Out of aggravation and defensiveness, Edward shot them all lethal glares in response.
As they settled into their chairs, Ed inspected the restaurant in disgust and crossed his arms stubbornly. “This guy better be hilarious as hell, Al."
Alphonse laughed. “Lighten up, Brother! We’re going to have a great time.”
Edward mumbled incoherently and huffed. He moved his eyes to the stage that was set up for the evening's happenings.
A tall, red-haired man with massive ears stood in front of the microphone stand, loudly rambling on about God-knows-what and then guffawing at his own words.
After several long minutes of watching the so-called comedian with a scowl of distaste deepening his features, Edward decided that the man's jokes were poor and sloppy at best. These idiots like this guy?
The alchemist stole a peek at his younger brother, who, despite his unmoving "face", and lack of gestures, seemed to be having a good time, though Ed had yet to hear him laugh once. And that's when he realized that Al's pleasure came from the pure innocence of the lack of responsibilities rather than the actual event itself. He exhaled slowly and smiled slightly at his younger brother. He could put up with one night of this Stein guy.
"So then I said, 'Drachman? I can't even tie my own shoelaces, let alone be a foreign spy!'" the comedian shouted, resulting in a roar of laughter from the audience and himself.
“You’re not damn funny!” Edward yelled into the raucous, not being able to contain himself.
He didn't expect the restaurant to fall silent as soon the words escaped his mouth, however. He hastily picked up the menu that lay in front of him and ducked his head behind it in embarrassment. How can those bastards hear me from all the way back here?
“Brother!” Al exclaimed, horrified.
“Who said that?” the comedian demanded into his microphone. He sounded as if he'd been wounded. Stein lifted his left hand to hover above his squinted eyes as he scanned the audience. “I can’t see-”
“WHO’RE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT YOU CAN’T SEE MY DIMINUTIVE BODY OVER THE TOP OF THE TABLE?” Edward shouted, furiously throwing his menu onto the table and standing up on his chair defiantly, his gloved automail hand balled into a fist in front of his face.
Alphonse sighed exasperatedly from beside him. “That’s not what he meant, Brother…”
Stein dropped his hand to side, eyes widened in genuine shock. Quickly recovering, he decided that he could use the boy’s outburst to his advantage. He smirked. “Sensitive about your height, there, short-sta-”
Suddenly, Edward felt several pairs of hands grip his being, restraining him from getting any closer to Stein as he shouted and swore and kicked and threatened.
All eyes were on him as security dragged him out of the restaurant.
"I think we're better off just focusing on getting our bodies back..." Al muttered solemnly as he followed the burly men to the exit.