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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Best way to spend one's vacation. )
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...Well. That explained it. The Meister tried not to smile, and made his way outside.
"Temeraire."
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He gave him a slight bow of his head, "Good evening, sir. How do you do?"
At least he thought that that was the way one must address their superior. It did not seem too relevant back home due to the large difference in height, though now it somehow became more apparent, and the need to do so was more justified in this case.
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He was perfectly fine with a dragon dropping in to see him, and made sure to show that to the awed bystanders. They'd calm down soon enough.
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Re-L had always been a night owl. When she was young Deadalus had always commented about how she seemed much more alive - lively - in the shadows of moonlight, and sluggish under the artificial sunlight that glared down on them from Romdeau's domed ceiling. In that way he was correct, the moon was more welcoming than the glaring sun. Later, it would almost seem ironic as Vincent would explain to her how her realized clone had burned up under the true sunlight that had begun to shine down on a cold Earth that had long missed it. Here in Death City that was no different, the soft click of her heeled boots against the floor strong, almost stomping with their assuredness, though some odd compulsion - no doubt a habit that had its roots in something she was taught as a young adult, compelled her to still strap her gun to her thigh as she usually would, despite the fact that she was well assured no one would really bother her here.
After all, Pino had called her 'scary lady' for the longest time for a reasonBut she almost seems shocked ( ... )
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He was lucky, it seemed: lots of familiar and friendly faces were turning up to see him. Roy smiled, visibly pleased at having company once again.
"What's your poison for tonight?"
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"Let's just say if this place doesn't have a good, strong, red wine I may have to relocate." Hey, old wines were only for the social elite in Romdeau, and pretty much all she was allowed to drink there, being the Regent's granddaughter. Hard liquor doesn't even come to mind, much less something less.. fussy like beer.
"It looks like your break is agreeing with you."
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"Does it? No more dark circles under my eyes and strained smiles?"
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But the bookstore was closed and he was bored. Normally he might go up to the rooftops to watch the stars back home and be alone with his thoughts, or visit the memorial, but those weren't options here. He could go back to the apartment he shared with Gai, but that wasn't exactly conducive to clearing his head.
Noticing Roy when he entered the bar, Kakashi ordered a drink and took a seat a short ways away from his commander. He had no intentions of crowding the other man and, after a slight and mostly disinterested wave in Roy's direction, Kakashi pulled out his copy of Icha Icha Paradise instead of striking up a conversation.
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Perhaps this was an opportunity. Roy eventually left his seat in order to approach.
"Mind if I join you for a bit?"
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...Not likely, but maybe.
"I guess it's too cliche to ask if you come here often, hm?" He wasn't great at small talk. It was much easier to deliver a mission report and disappear again.
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"Cliches can be nice too, I think." A beat, as he knocked back a bit of his drink. "Not all that often. The Brew's my more regular haunt."
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"Hey. This seat taken?" Pointing to the seat next to him.
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Roy knocked back the rest of his current drink, and called for a second.
"Nice evening, if I do say so myself."
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He slipped in beside him, and sipped on his drink.
"Yeah, it ain't too bad. Expected it to be much hotter here."
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The nights were, after all, getting colder pretty quickly. Winter was apparently bad no matter where you were, desert included.
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"Need more of that wine?" Roy asked, addressing Cross. "It'll be on me."
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"Don't worry. I'm not going to sell you out."
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