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.

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[loves_humanity]

Izaya approached the Northern Lights casually, once the doors of Dorsia were closed for the night. He liked to people watch on his way home, sometimes stopping for a drink - though he really didn't drink much - to find some amusement to get his mind working again, after a day of dull, boring problem-solving.

So he was quite surprised to see no other than Roy Mustang sitting at the bar, alone at that.

Izaya weighted pros and cons, and decided to be reckless. Recklessness seemed to be a requirement in this place, after all, he reminded himself, thinking of a certain mismatched monster with the most amusing smile.

"I hope this isn't taken," he murmured politely, body language changing from one step to the next, subtly, as he slid into the seat next to Mustang. He offered a vague smile, before ordering a drink for himself.

[thewarisover]

"Not at all."

A smile, swift but distant, in the other's direction. Then he was calling for another shot.

[loves_humanity]

"Thank you," Izaya smiled politely and concentrated on his drink as it arrived.

He was extra careful to slowly loosen his posture, so it'd seem he was naturally relaxing as he finished his drink, to make it seem natural. After the first one was done, he pulled out the communicator from his jacket's pocket. He checked the network and commented on some posts, always attentive to Mustang at his side, but also very careful to mask his curiosity and appear as nothing but a guy interested in his own business.

[thewarisover]

Roy, on the other hand, didn't pay as much attention to the stranger as he might have on any other day. He was more at ease than he'd ever been; maybe even cheerier, after his previous run-ins.

It was probably interesting to anyone who had heard of Mustang, and kept tabs on how he was on the network. This was a very different Meister from the usual.

[loves_humanity]

Izaya chuckled quietly, and ordered a second drink, before starting a chat with the bartender, sharing gossip and what not. And if the bartender oddly found themselves talking about their own life and worries, rather than the other way around, Izaya looked almost too innocent to be doing it on purpose.

"Ah, I wouldn't know about family," he said eventually, grinning wryly. "None of mine is here, anyway. Probably for the best, though."

[thewarisover]

Roy listened in casually, as one would wont to do at a bar, and when in close proximity with other people. He wasn't about to butt into a private conversation, however.

This one was pretty good at getting people to open up, wasn't he?

[loves_humanity]

Izaya watched the bartender moved to the other side of the bar, to do his work, and sipped his drink unhurriedly. He caught Roy's eye and smiled, half invitingly, half wryly, and allowed himself a small shrug.

"May I indulge the cliché, and ask if you come here often?"

[thewarisover]

"You may." A small chuckle. "I'm not sure what qualifies as 'often'."

[loves_humanity]

"More often than me?" Izaya smiled back, with a little shrug.

[thewarisover]

"Given that I haven't seen you around here before, then it's likely."

Although Roy was no accurate measure himself, with the Northern Lights. His more regular joint was the Brew.

[loves_humanity]

Izaya shrugged slightly.

"It seems that way. It's a nice place, though." He raised his glass a bit. "Cheers."

[thewarisover]

"Cheers."

He raises his glass in turn, then takes a nice, hearty swig. The night has been pleasant so far, hasn't it?

[loves_humanity]

"It's amazing, in a way," Izaya swirled the remnants of his drink thoughtfully, "that you can have moments like this and still be going through a war."

[thewarisover]

"A war is never a constant state of tension, in my experience. People get tired, after all. Emotions run dry."

Roy turned away at that point to call for another drink.

[loves_humanity]

"I wouldn't know about that," Izaya chuckled wryly, shrugging somewhat. "But I suppose that makes sense. If it were, people would give up fairly quickly, I guess."

[thewarisover]

"Yeah. Everyone needs downtime, even villains and workaholics."

'Workaholic' being the class that Roy falls into, of course.