Drinking, drinking

[pervyalchemist]

[A drinking contest. Ed should have known that he couldn't beat everythngsmine at such a thing. After all, Edward couldn't hold his liquor all that well even though he acted as though he did. He wasn't one to give in that easily though when challenged. He was determined to win this. But going up against a sin in a drinking contest, well, might prove to be a

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[russel_t]

Don't worry, I'm sure they'll give you a choice. -smiles, stifling a yawn. Russell didn't sleep well himself, he was busy watching over Ed in case he got sick from his last binge-

[pervyalchemist]

[Raises an eyebrow]

In that case I'll probably go with scotch or vodka. Whiskey burns my throat too much.

[russel_t]

Vodka?!? Man, you DO have brass ones! I tasted vodka once, and I swear it burned holes in my mouth!

[pervyalchemist]

[Smirks as he continues walking with him.]

Vodka isn't as bad as Whiskey or Tequila though.

[regularcuppajoe]

[This one is far too preoccupied with being wrapped up inside his own personal dilemma to even notice the new-comers. Apparently this particular Alphonse is looking for some establishment that serves a horrid concoction of bread and tomato sauce- which has gotten the barkeep to ignore him in the belief that he's absolutely mad.

Being a Typical Male(tm), Al refuses to let the point go and has been pleading with said 'tender to either point him in the promised direction of a restaurant or return the proffered watch he'd forked over in the place of cash.]

"...Can you just hear me out?"

[Seems like the fellow he's speaking to either hasn't run into any of the Alternative-Reality crowd, refuses to expand his mental horizons and believe anything out of the paper-bag he must live in, or has a twisted sadistic streak which Al has the pleasure of getting the brunt of.]