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One Ed in the bar, boots on the table and chair tilted slightly back. He is completely fucking bored, and there seems to be no cure for it.

Someone give him something to do? This is one genius you never want to leave to his own devices.

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"I don't know who you are," Ed says, grabbing onto Ky's shirt. "But you need to sit the hell down and stop this mess."

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"Yes, you are." Ed kicks a chair out from underneath the table. "Sit. NOW."

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"You drunk or drunk stupid?" Ed asks. "I can get something to get you sober, but I won't do that to you if you don't want it."

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Despite position? Yeah, Ed's mind goes to bad places. What the fuck, who corrupted him?!

"Depends on the country, I guess. I got the opposite problem than you."

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"...dude." There's an untouched water glass in front of him, he claps and hits the table on each side. It doesn't seem to change much, though.

"Drink this."

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"That's your body teaching you never to do it again."

Haaaaah.

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Ky's... mom doesn't fit his face! Yeah! -- oh, wait, he was insulting himself, not Ed. Alright then.

"Only because I'm awesome."

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"Edward Elric. If you want some painkiller, you can ask the bar for it. Or one of the waitrats."

He likes the waitrats.