[Closed] Nothing needs to repeat itself

[best_papa_evar]

Who: Maes Hughes (best_papa_evar ) and Roy Mustang (youresoshort )
What: We need to talk. About tranny homunculi.
When: A FEW HOURS AFTER O GOD.
Where: THE NEAREST BAR.
Warnings: Nothing too big, light cursing, talkin about homunculi. B|

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[youresoshort]

It had taken everything in his power not to react to Envy's threats against his friend. Though they could be annoying, the guides certainly had their benefits. Such as seeing other conversations...as annoying as they were.

It didn't take him too long to spot his friend at the bar, and he had to stuff his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from storming over and scolding him. The anger had hardly left him from the threats of the homunculus, but he simply set his jaw and walked over, taking the seat next to him.

"It isn't going to get drunk if you keep staring at it, Hughes."

[best_papa_evar]

Hughes flinched, drawing back from the bar--he couldn't help but look incredulously at Roy. The man before him could have been false as well, couldn't he? Maes wasn't sure whether he should sharply ask a question only Roy would know, or just speak like nothing was wrong and forfeit his safety, considering there really wasn't any to begin with.

He lowered his gaze back to the untouched glass of liquor. He hadn't even considered, in his deep thought, that Roy had seen any of that conversation. Right now was hardly the time to cry over milk not split, so he was going to just softly clench a fist and keep the heavy worry on his own shoulders.

Perhaps it showed, because his shoulders seemed to droop with the other man's words. But he smiled anyway.

"Aaaa, that's true... Though I'd rather keep myself sober, for the sake of work."

[youresoshort]

"Is that so?"

He watched his posture carefully, noting the way in which he carried his shoulders. He knew that slump well, for he had seen it many times. He had done it many times. It was what happened when a person was carrying a heavy burden.

Catching the eye of the bartender, he waved them down and ordered a glass of whiskey, informing them to leave the bottle. He was silent long after the bartender had left, merely wrapping his hands around the cool glass.

He sips the drink. "Don't tell me you're skipping out? I didn't think you would be the type to do something such as that."

[best_papa_evar]

Hughes managed a chuckle, picking up the glass, turning it in hand, but not yet drinking any--it was aware it would calm him considerably, but perhaps he didn't want to have his nerves calmed. Perhaps tenseness was a wiser direction. He didn't know; in hindsight, maybe he was just relying on some weird sense of security, running off to a bar