Sympathy For The Devil

[mypimpsuit]

Who:  Solf J. Kimblee and YOU!
What:  Drinks and conversation
When:  Sometime post-homuculus showdown
Where:  The Devil's Nest, GreedLing's tavern
Warnings:  Language, possibly

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[youresoshort]

Had Roy not been so lost in his thoughts as he entered The Devil's Nest, he would have turned right back around and went to another place. However, his mind was so clouded by the recent events that he simply walked to an empty seat at the bar and ordered a glass of whiskey, unaware of any of the other patrons.

It wasn't until he had had a sip that he recognized who exactly was sitting a few seats down. Damn it...of all people.

He took a long sip and turned his attention ahead. Perhaps he could go unnoticed.

[mypimpsuit]

Kimblee took another sip of the sweet wine and rolled it around on his tongue a bit before swallowing and feeling the delicious burn. His throat was beginning to warm, a sensation he relished as he let the tannins dance in his mouth. He lifted the glass and looked at the contents, losing himself a bit in thought as the booze sloshed slowly to and fro.

She'd thanked him. It was just the oddest thing. Why would she thank him, like that?

The glass in the foreground began to blur a bit as something - no, some one took shape in the background. Was that... Roy Mustang, just a few seats down?

"Hello, Flame," the Crimson Alchemist said in the other man's direction.

[youresoshort]

Roy mentally winced at the sound of Kimblee's voice, and his grip tightened on his glass. He should have downed the drink and left.

He rose his eyebrows ever so slightly and turned his head to face him. "Crimson," he said shortly. "It seems you and I had the same idea."

[mypimpsuit]

Kimblee chuckled softly. "What is that saying about 'great minds,' Colonel?"

He placed his drink on the bar and turned his full attentions to the man he'd just addressed. "So - what is it that brings you here?"

[feistyflowright]

Have your very own Fai D. Flowright sitting quietly in the corner, a bottle of a rather strong spirit sitting upon the table, a half empty glass in hand. He looks lifeless as he simply stares at the table. It's difficult to tell if he'd like company or not...

[Post Roy-Convo]

[mypimpsuit]

Still seated at the bar, Kimblee decided that now might be a good time to assess his surroundings - who else might be here. There were a variety of aliens he hadn't really taken note of before, and didn't care to familiarize himself with now. And then... there was a shock of familiar blond hair in the corner.

Mr. Flowright. The man who had become a friend, or as close a thing to a friend as Kimblee had ever had. But there was something wrong with him, a vacant expression on his face as though the body was there, but the soul was lost.

Kimblee walked to the corner, his voice not much above a whisper when he finally spoke. He knew the social protocol at this point called for what many deemed as "understanding."

"Mr. Flowright? Are you well?"

Re: [Post Roy-Convo]

[feistyflowright]

For several arduous moments, he did not respond. He simply sat there. His eyes were red, perhaps from lack of sleep or... from shedding too many tears. Either way, he looked like hell. As he lifted his glass to his mouth, his eyes met with those of the familiar Crimson.

He blinked for a moment, lowering the glass. He had not noticed the man... how long had he been standing there? He lifted his head and sported a small smile. It was devoid of any emotion, but the least he could do was be gracious enough to not push his problems onto his friend.

"...Crimson. Forgive me, I didn't see you there."

Re: [Post Roy-Convo]

[mypimpsuit]

As devastated as he'd looked with his head down, Fai's appearance was that much worse when he lifted his eyes to meet Kimblee's.

"There is no need to apologize. Mr. Flowright, far be it from me to intrude, but is there something the matter?"

[princemunculus]

While Greed wasn't Pride by any means, he couldn't help but feel pretty prideful over the fact that he owned his own place and didn't have to work for those shitty aliens anymore. Though the paperwork involved with maintaining one's own business was often times more trouble than it was worth, it couldn't really be helped.

With a small stack of papers in tow, Greed slid behind the bar with the bartender and began taking stock of the alcohol. It was several minutes before he noticed the suavely dressed alchemist sitting at the bar.

"So, you showed up after all, huh?" Greed set his papers aside and leaned against the bar, "How is it?"

[mypimpsuit]

The Crimson Alchemist put his elbow on the bar and propped his chin in the palm of his hand. "This is quiet a nice establishment you have here, Greed. I'm impressed."

He sat up straight now, and lifted his glass to take another sip. "And the quality of the beverages - outstanding. How did you manage to carve out your own little niche in this place?"

[princemunculus]

"It took a lot of work and saving up. For a few months there I was working two jobs, and since people are paid to go to school, I had Ling doing that. I'm greedy by nature, so parting with all that money wasn't exactly easy, but I'd say it was worth it. My monthly income has practically quadrupled."

Greed grinned and prepared himself a drink behind the bar. "It may not be the fanciest looking place around, but the last thing I'd be stingy with is the alcohol. It's what draws customers in, after all."

[mypimpsuit]

"This I can definitely see. It appears this place is quite popular."

He took another drink and smiled. "Well, let me say that I appreciate this Devil's Nest. I can certainly see myself as a regular."

[goneonenight]

Stopping in at the bar had been a spur of the moment decision. She was ostensibly out to do errands, but she'd hardly set a timetable for herself. While there was nothing stopping her from having a drink back in her room. sometimes she preferred the atmosphere of a good bar.

Yoruichi and Greed got along well enough the few times they'd spoken, so she certainly didn't mind giving him her business. She entered with her usual easy stride, heading straight for the bar and sliding onto a stool. Setting her shopping bag between her feet, she ordered a Wolf's Lair--brandy, cream, peach and honey liqueurs.

Decadent, yes, but she had Vogon poetry to edit later; she could use a little fortification.

[mypimpsuit]

The bar had certainly been busy this evening, but Kimblee didn't mind. He'd always enjoyed observing human behavior, and drinking establishments were among the best places to do so. Even now, he noticed a distinctive looking woman enter and order a drink. He'd seen her once or twice before on the feeds, but never had the pleasure of a face-to-face conversation.

"That's quite a drink," he said, speaking in her direction.

[goneonenight]

Yoruichi looked up at his words, realizing by his gaze that he was speaking to her. Automatically, she noted his appearance--dark hair, well-dressed, with a cultured air. Not someone she'd initially expect to be here, of all places.

She wasn't averse to conversation, so she shrugged, one side of her mouth quirking up in a grin. "It's pretty good, if you like your drinks sweet."

[mypimpsuit]

"I do," he replied with a smile. "In fact, I just finished off a delightful port. If it's to your taste, I'd highly recommend trying it."

He got up from his seat and strode forward a few steps, stopping and bowing before the woman's position. "Pardon me for my lack of manners, I should introduce myself. Solf J. Kimblee at your service."