Cheers, darlin'. [so very open]

[thewarisover]

Characters: Roy Mustang and YOU, of course.
Location: The Northern Lights.
Rating: G... I guess?
Time: Early evening (December 2) until the small hours of December 3~
Description: Mustang in a bar, with booze. You know you want it.

Comments

[thewarisover]

"Very."

Roy smiled at the other man, and gestured towards the seat beside him.

"Why don't you join me?"

[thewarisover]

Roy thanked the other man for the free drink, of course. He leaned back, putting the bottle to his lips.

"I hope so. The witches have been pretty quiet... either they were even more crippled by losing their Arizona base than we thought, or they're planning something."

The Meister, however, didn't seem nearly bothered by it as one would think. He was confident in what Death City had, with Shibusen and the guests. He knew things would work out somehow.

There is probably fanart for it~

[thewarisover]

"You're not alone there, if the way people talk on the network is any indication."

Of himself, though, Roy didn't say anything.

[thewarisover]

Roy eyed Auron for a moment before speaking.

"You're not bothered by being drawn into another fight? By helping people whom you technically owe nothing to?"

[thewarisover]

"That's very noble of you."

Roy was, of course, a bit relieved to hear that Auron was that supportive both of Shibusen and of the Watch. Given the way things could get in Death City, one had to wonder...

[thewarisover]

"As it is, I'm grateful for your help. I'm sure Shibusen will be as well."

They all needed whatever they could get.

[thewarisover]

"Not at all."

His tone was light and teasing, but truth be told? Roy believed it. What else COULD he do? Believing played a large part in making things happen.

[thewarisover]

"Good. I'll look forward to it."

And truth be told, Roy did. He was pleased to see so many people in the Watch attempting to do something beyond the call of duty.