Let Me Tell Ya 'Bout the Birds and the Bees [backlogged; closed]

[bringindaflames]

WHO: Roy (bringindaflames) and Ed (ohshitnotmilk)
WHAT: Birds and the Bees. 'Nuff said.
WHERE: The beach, at night.
WHEN: The last night of the Carnival, during the bonfire.

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[ohshitnotmilk]

It wasn't as though there was anything better to do. The carnival proved for far too many distractions if he tried to stay back at the house and actually get work done. At least, from what he'd heard, the carnival would be ending soon and things could resume back to normal. Not that a break from things wasn't nice, but the distractions from the fireworks and so on and so forth were beginning to slowly get on his nerves.

He held a glass of alcohol in his hand, not really drinking all that much of it -- he'd probably had it for about an hour, now, and only 3/4ths of it were gone. He heard the others footsteps approaching, and he looked up, raising a brow.

"What brings you out here, old man?" He asked, turning his head to look back over at the bonfire.

[bringindaflames]

Roy plopped himself down next to Ed, a bit of the alcohol in his glass spilling out in the process. Yup, he was a little more than buzzed. His eyes were probably glazed over, and he probably had that stupid grin plastered on his face. But for once, he was actually relaxed. If anything, the entire atmosphere and events of the Carnival took his mind off of what had transpired once he got to this island. It was a good week.

To be honest, Roy was actually glad to see Ed here. Though things were a little... odd... this past week, Ed and Al were the two closest things to "friends" he had in this place.

"Just curious," he said with a shrug and took a sip of his drink. "I figured I'd take a trip down here to see what all the fuss was about. What about you? You look... what is it? Stress? Annoyance?"

[ohshitnotmilk]

Ed watched the other, raising a brow slowly at him. Great, the old Bastard had been drinking. Now he had to deal with it. He sighed, shaking his head slowly. Whatever. As longa s he didn't have to drag the others drunk ass back, he supposed...

"Restless," He corrected. "Can't work with all this crap going on," He said, an annoyed look crossing his face. "Gave up and came down here." He snorted softly, taking a sip of his drink as he turned his gaze back to the fire, a blank expression on his face as he stared into it.

He could only imagine what Roy was up to. "Out looking for women to take home?" He asked, rolling his eyes a little before focusing his attention down on his drink, swirling the contents of it around in the glass.

[bringindaflames]

"Pfffft," Roy sounded in response to Ed's question. "Though there are many beautiful women here, I'm not going to just go and take one home. Have a little more faith in me than that, short stuff." Then after another sip of his drink he added, "Besides, I just so happened to see you here. It wouldn't be nice if I didn't say hi, would it?"

He took yet another sip of his drink and looked back to Ed. Drunk or not, he knew something was bothering him. He just had that kind of look on his face. With a smirk on his face he asked, "So what kind of crap are you talking about?"

[ohshitnotmilk]

"Good, all things considered that you're staying at my house," He muttered. Though at being called 'short stuff' he jabbed his left fist out to punch the other in the head. Though he didn't seem to care if it hit or not, as he didn't even care to look at the other to make sure he would hit.

He tilted his head back a little, looking over at the other. "Does it matter if you're being rude or not? It's no different than usual, Colonel Shit," He taunted, leaning back on the log behind him. Another sip of his drink. Damn Mustang, and his annoying, stupid questions and his annoying stupid grin...

"'Crap' being the Carnival. The fireworks, the noisy people, etcetera," He answered. "It's hard to get any work done with it. Noisy. What do you care?"

[bringindaflames]

Even in his drunken stupor, Roy managed to doge the little one's punch, though just barely. He shrugged at Ed's answer. It's not like he should really care what Ed was going through-- it's not like he needed to know. It was just that the kid looked like he was about to punch a wall... or something.

"C'mon, this is a time to unwind. This stuff shouldn't bother you. You should be partaking in all the festivites. Besides, what do you have to worry about?" he asked taking another gulp of his drink. Then he added, with a glint of seriousness in his voice, "You may be... older... than what I... know, but you're still a kid. You should enjoy yourself."

[ohshitnotmilk]

Ed frowned a little and looked over at Roy. What was this? Nag on Ed month, or something? He couldn't count how many lectures he'd gotten, how many times he'd been nagged at, in the last month alone. Fuck, could no one leave him alone? Apparently not. For some reason everyone wanted to play Therapist or some shit, which he didn't need, aside from the occasional time he'd spoken with Al about a few things.

"Carnival or not, that doesn't mean I don't have work to do. Not everyone procrastinates like you do," He looked down at his drink again, shaking his head. "How would you know, anyways, if I hadn't enjoyed myself at the carnival so far?" He asked, shooting the Colonel a look before he looked back at the bon fire in front of them

[bringindaflames]

Talk about stick-up-the-ass. Ed was actually beginning to annoy him with his dodgy-ness. After another sip of his drink, Roy thought about it for a second. Okay, so his brain was a little cloudy (he didn't even know what he was drinking... beer? or was it wine?), but he was able to come to some sort of conclusion regarding Ed and his "bad mood."

Okay, so Ed was right. He was kind of a procrastinator, but what person in this world (in any world, for that matter) would rather do work than have fun? Yes, he knew that Ed had to grow up fast, but now... what was his excuse? He had his brother back in his body. They even had their childhood friend, Winry, here. To top it all off, Ed had a girlfriend (which was amusing in its own right). So what did he have to complain about?

There was only one thing, he deduced-- "You have woman trouble, don't you, Ed? It's the only logical explanation for your mood." He grinned at him as he took another sip of his drink.

[ohshitnotmilk]

Ed blinked, freezing. Maybe it wasn't hammer-on-the-nail accurate, but it was close enough to get a reaction out of him. The blond glared out of the corner of his eyes at Roy, his eyebrow twitching a little as he finished his drink. "I'm not in a mood. You're just an irritating old man, Mustang," He snorted a little, setting his glass down on the sand beside him.

The last thing he wanted was to discuss women trouble with Mustang. Or even admit that he did, kinda, have women trouble. But it was there, though not exactly a priority on his mind. "I don't have 'women trouble' either." He could handle it. He'd handled it... well enough on his own, so far.

'Handling it' being ... avoiding it, really.

[bringindaflames]

"The look on your face says it all," Roy mused as he looked at Ed. He snickered at Ed's previous comment as he filled Ed's empty cup with half of what was left in his, at least what he thought was half. Then he said, "If you didn't have woman trouble, you wouldn't be sitting on the beach all by yourself when you could be with her, not me. But that's just an observation, you know."

By Ed's still-twitching eyebrow, Roy could tell that he hit a sore spot, which made his grin even wider. Yup, he was right. Women. They knew all too well how to bring a man down. Well, at least when it was the man at fault, which was most of the time... but somehow, Roy didn't think that was truly the case here. Not directly, at least.

Cocking an eyebrow at Ed, and that same sly smirk on his face, Roy asked, "So are you in the sharing mood, or not?"