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omg_fmaWho: IC!Ed, OOC!Scar, IC!Ed!H, Transmutey!Ed, and NPC: Cabthulu
When: 04/01/08
Rating: PG-13
Category: Misc Happenings
Summary: In celebration of Mal's birthday, the boys go out drinking. Lessons on gay sex are learned and Ed has too much to drink.
OOC!Scar: *lingering on the porch of the chateau wearing what he hopes is an appropriate outfit - the alchemy shirt that Ed made him for the concert and torn jeans, and of course his habitual sunglasses*
IC!Ed!H: *heading outside, dressed pretty much how he usually does, keys in his hands*
T!Ed: *sauntering after Ed!H, dressed in the tightest leather pants in the existent of ever, a vest that laces up with black ribbons, and belt like choker, hair pulled back; thinks he's very, very sexy, yes*
OOC!Scar: *actually quite inured to that kind of clothing, approves in general of non-conformism and leather and things; gives Ed a thumbs up* Sweet threads.
T!Ed: *smirks, quite clearly pleased* Thank you~
IC!Ed!H: *choosing to ignore the leather attire* Are we ready to go?
OOC!Scar: *rubbing his hands together in excitement* Yeah, I think so!
IC!Ed!H: Then to the demonic cab, gentlemen~ *bows before leading the way to Cabthulu, who is sitting in the drive, looking all innocent*
T!Ed: I am still not going to get over the fact that thing is demonic, no matter how long I've been here. *follows*
OOC!Scar: *makes a soft noise of agreement, somewhat hesitant to get into said demonic cab but not willing to show it*
IC!Ed!H: Ja, but he's a good demonic cab. Sort of. *pats the dented hood of the car and slides into the driver's seat*
T!Ed: If you say so... *hesitates a second before taking one of the back passenger seats, lounging and being pretty*
OOC!Scar: *well, nothing for it, gets in as well, to the front seat* Should I say... hi to it? *grinning*
IC!Ed!H: *laughs* You can if you want. Er, he will probably want something to drink when we get to the pub, though. *starts the car once everyone is inside, heading off to Ed's place*
OOC!Scar: *makes himself comfortable as they rumble along, greeting the car aloud and feeling a little silly for it but mostly just beaming, tilting his head towards the open window and enjoying himself*
Cabthulu: *makes a sort of growling noise with its engine at the greeting, going quite a bit over the speed limit just because*
IC!Ed!H: *lets the cab do its own thing; doesn't take them too long to reach Ed's place*
OOC!Scar: *hops out when the get there, running up to Ed's door and knocking exuberantly*
T!Ed: *leaning out the window his arms crossed on the door, grinning at Ed's door; it has been quite a long time since he had been able to go out and enjoy himself with friends*
IC!Ed: *answers, looks up at Mal in confusion for a second... and then remembers* ...Now?
OOC!Scar: *hands on his hips, looking so happy that he might just burst* Now!
IC!Ed: *makes a face, looking quite uncomfortable with this as he peers around Mal to see the demon cab and the Eds within it* .......Do I have to?
T!Ed: *calling from the cab* Oh, other me~ You're wasting valuable booze time!
OOC!Scar: *face falling a little, feels bad for pressuring Ed and contemplates letting him off to hook for just a minute, but then is resolute* Come on, man. *softer voice* Please? It's my birthday.
IC!Ed: *glances at the other Ed, then back at Mal... sighs, running a hand through his hair and ruffling it as he starts toward the cab* Fine, I'm coming...
OOC!Scar: *beaming once more, steps out of Ed's way and then trotting after back to the cab*
T!Ed: Whoohoo, booze time! *pokes his head back into the cab, wriggling excitedly*
IC!Ed!H: *facepalms over his double's exuberance, hoping no one gets too drunk*
IC!Ed: *climbs into the backseat with T!Ed and has to do a double take at him, eyes going wide* What... are you wearing...?
T!Ed: Clothes? What does it look like? *blinks, looking down at himself*
OOC!Scar: *takes a deep breath as he resumes the front seat, loving his life at the moment* Let's do this thing!
IC!Ed!H: But of course~ *gives the steering wheel a tap, letting Cabthulu do its thing*
IC!Ed: *opens his mouth as though to say something, closes it again, opens it... looks away, shaking his head* N-Never mind.
T!Ed: No, what? Is there something wrong with it..? I mean, I know the cast is a little silly with it, but I can't help that.
OOC!Scar: *twisting around in his seat* Naw, the cast doesn't look silly at all. *bites his tongue before he blurts that he's seen his Ed wear leather pants as well and he's no one to judge*
T!Ed: Really? *grins, happy* Thanks.
IC!Ed: *just shaking his head, not going to say another word on the matter, no he isn't*
T!Ed: *isn't going to let up on Ed, staring at him* Whaaaaaaaat~?
IC!Ed!H: *just shakes his head, chuckling, and turns to Mal* Do you have any place in particular in mind? It is your birthday, after all.
OOC!Scar: *turning to Ed!H* Oh, well, any place is good. Central's got a lot of great places, I'm fine with any of 'em.
IC!Ed!H: Ja, alright. We can always go bar hopping if we don't like the first place.
IC!Ed: *still shaking his head* It's nothing. Forget it.
T!Ed: *taken aback for a second* Wait, wait, wait. You know what bar hopping is? I didn't think you've even been in one. *laughs*
IC!Ed!H: Er, hallo? From Germany, remember? Land of the beer halls.
T!Ed: ...Oh. Yes. Quite. *shuts his mouth, leaning back and waggling his eyebrows at IC!Ed in a devilish fashion*
OOC!Scar: *glancing back at Ed, wanting to integrate him into the conversation too, not wanting him to feel left out, but still participating himself* Maybe that's something they've got in every dimension.
IC!Ed: *shoots T!Ed a look like he thinks he's crazy, then faces forward again* ...What's bar hopping?
T!Ed: *is crazy, so that doesn't bother him* Going from one bar to the next.
IC!Ed: *raises an eyebrow* Why... would you do that? Can't you get enough beer from the one bar?
OOC!Scar: Yeah, that's pretty much it in a nutshell. It's not about having enough, it's about seeing the different crowds, the craziness that happens in getting from one bar to another, all that...
T!Ed: Can you get enough beer from one bar! *laughs good naturedly* You are so young and naive. It's cute. But no. A change of scenery is nice sometimes too.
IC!Ed: *stares at them all for a moment. does not compute* ...Right. I'll just- take your word for it.
OOC!Scar: Aw, come on. *coming to Ed's defence* Don't make fun of him, man. That's bullshit. Drinking's not his thing.
T!Ed: *raises his hands in surrender* I was kidding.
IC!Ed: *looks over at Mal gratefully, settling back into his seat more comfortably*
IC!Ed!H: Before we all kill each other, here look good?
OOC!Scar: Yeah, looks great. *seizing upon the opportunity, and getting out once Cabthulu pulls over*
IC!Ed!H: *hops out, patting Cabthulu on the hood* I'll get you something, buddy. Do not worry.Or eat someone.
T!Ed: *slides out of his seat and stretches languidly, making eyes at anything that walks by*
IC!Ed: *pulls himself out of the cab and looks at the place, then looks to Mal and the others to see what they're doing*
OOC!Scar: *is momentarily struck by the similarity between this living Ed and how he was as a homunculus, but then puts the thought aside quickly*
IC!Ed!H: *meanders into the bar, trying to be all smooth and stuff, but generally looking like a dork*
OOC!Scar: Cool- uh- Eds, let's go!
T!Ed: ...We are not a unit. *mock pouts*
IC!Ed: *follows them, hands in his pockets, trying not to look as uncomfortable as he feels so as not to bring Mal down on his birthday*
OOC!Scar: *pushes his sunglasses up on the bridge of his nose and goes into the bar himself, joining his blond friends at the bar*
T!Ed: *sits all proper like at the bar, ordering them a round of shots* On me~
IC!Ed: *just sits at the bar with everyone, leaning forward on the bar and looking around, half-curious half-wary*
IC!Ed!H: *glances over at Ed, leaning a little closer and dropping his voice* Are you doing alright?
IC!Ed: *blinks over at Ed!H, then gives a feeble grin* Yeah, m'fine. Don't worry.
IC!Ed!H: Alright. If you are feeling uncomfortable let me know, ja? *smiles*
OOC!Scar: *is glad that it isn't too crowded in the bar yet, looks around and gets his bearings before even turning his attention to the drinks*
OOC!Scar: *takes note of a couple of old men in a booth near the back, and a small coven of college-age females clustered tightly around a table*
IC!Ed: *smiles back and nods* Alright. But really, I wouldn't worry about it if I were you.
T!Ed: *has downed his shot the moment it gets to their section, feeling a little tingly*
IC!Ed: *hesitantly picks up his shot and starts examining it from all sides*
OOC!Scar: *turns at last to his own drink, picking it up and watching Ed look at it as though it's poisoned*
IC!Ed!H: *had ordered a bottle of something random for Cabthulu and picks that up after downing his own shot* I will be right back. He gets angry if don't bring him something.
OOC!Scar: Bottoms up for me. *drinks the shot and sets the glass down firmly, exhaling contentedly*
IC!Ed: *watches them all down their drinks, then finally decides to do the same with his. makes a face and starts coughing a bit the moment it's all gone down the hatch*
OOC!Scar: *pats Ed on the back bracingly, managing not to smile though it's some effort*
T!Ed: *raises his eyebrows* Didn't like it?
IC!Ed: *cough cough, thumps his chest* What- What was it?
T!Ed: Stuff. *shrugs innocently*
IC!Ed: What kind of- *COUGH, thump, shaking his head* Damn...!
OOC!Scar: *somewhat concerned look at Ed* Too strong for ya? *doesn't mean it in a challenging way or anything, just worried is all*
IC!Ed: *takes it as a challenge, shoots Mal a look* No. I'm fine. Just- *makes a face* -not used to it, that's all.
OOC!Scar: *grins at him, taking his hand away from his back and setting his elbows on the bar, looking happy as a clam* Another round? I can cover the next round. Maybe we should wait for... *glances over his shoulder*
OOC!Scar: His car didn't eat him, right?
T!Ed: Nah, I don't think so. *glances at the door, only a little worried*
IC!Ed!H: *in an argument with Cabthulu right now about why the demonic cab can't take home the nice looking prostitutes, even if he could, how would that work? DO NOT WANT*
IC!Ed: *idly fiddling with the shot glass, looking toward the door as well* He... should be fine, right?
OOC!Scar: *watches as someone comes through the door, but sees that it is just a couple of men in overalls, seemingly just having gotten off their shift* Yeah. Totally. I'll order that other round...
IC!Ed!H: *finally convinces Cabthulu that it's a Bad Idea and heads back inside, sitting back down* I hate that thing, I really do.
OOC!Scar: You do? I hadn't gotten that impression - what happened?
IC!Ed: *raises his eyebrows* Do we wanna know?
T!Ed: And by that, we mean tell us.
IC!Ed!H: He, er, wanted to take home some, erm... "ladies of the night."
OOC!Scar: *accepts his next shot glass and waits for the others to pick up theirs, glad to be in such good company*
OOC!Scar: *...and then almost drops the glass, setting it down ungracefully* .......take them home... in the way that a cab should?
IC!Ed!H: ...No. No, not in the way that a cab should.
IC!Ed!H: Of course, maybe he just wanted a sacrifice, but still.
IC!Ed: *wide-eyed staring* ...Wha... How would that... *shakes his head, staring at his new shot glass now*
T!Ed: *gigglesnorts, raising his own shot glass* God, that thing is awesome.
OOC!Scar: That is a mental image I never ever needed. *raises his glass again* A toast? To new limbs, slash new beginnings?
T!Ed: Agreed~ *raises his glass*
IC!Ed!H: New limbs and beginings. *grins, doing the same*
IC!Ed: *raises his* Yeah.
OOC!Scar: *clinks the glasses together, and then drinks his, feeling it burn its way down his throat*
T!Ed: *downs his with ease, smirking over at the college girls in the corner*
IC!Ed!H: *kind of splutters on his own, making a face* Ech, too fast.
IC!Ed: *downs his, better prepared for it this time and HAH does not start coughing! starting to feel warm and fuzzy though*
OOC!Scar: *rather stoic about the whole thing, though his cheeks are just faintly redder than before*
OOC!Scar: Mmm. *smacks his lips* Aw, this is fantastic. Thanks, guys.
IC!Ed!H: You know, we should all do this more often. Not necessarily the bar thing, but hanging out.
IC!Ed: *has a small, absent smile on his face as he examines his glass, then looks over at the others with a nod* Sure. Don't see why we shouldn't.
T!Ed: Clubbing. We should definitely do clubbing next. *smiles happily*
OOC!Scar: Shit, man. We really should. Gotta enjoy ourselves while things are normal, huh?
IC!Ed: *blinks* ... What's clubbing? *imagining something to do with blunt weaponry*
T!Ed: ...Oh my god. Someone educate the midget neanderthal, please. I can't speak to him anymore. *smirks over at Ed*
OOC!Scar: *narrows his eyes slightly at the older Ed, but it's not very visible behind his sunglasses in the dim bar*
OOC!Scar: Clubbing's a bit like bar hopping, but dancing. We were at a club for the concert, remember? So it'd be like going to a bunch of those.
IC!Ed: *has an angry bit of a flail at the midget comment, then reaches to smack T!Ed's arm instead of screaming at him, feeling a little too fuzzy to do that*
T!Ed: ... *bursts out laughing*
IC!Ed: *blinks at Mal, then nods* Ohhhh... I get it.
IC!Ed!H: Guys, be nice.
IC!Ed: *huffs, poking his glass* ...He insulted me.
IC!Ed!H: But you don't need to stoop to his level and hit him. And Edward, knock it off.
T!Ed: Was just playing~ *pouts*
IC!Ed: But... he insulted me. *has no better argument right now*
OOC!Scar: *sends Ed Hei an appreciative look, glad he isn't the one having to keep them in order*
IC!Ed!H: *is rather used to being the mediator when it comes to things like this* No hitting. No insulting.
IC!Ed: ...Fine. *idly poking and nudging his glass around in front of him* ...What was in this stuff, guys?
T!Ed: *stays silent and orders a round of beer for them as a token of forgiveness*
OOC!Scar: Can we get a table? I want to sit at a table. *turns towards Ed with a grin* ...alcochol.
IC!Ed!H: Ja, sure. Over there look good? *points*
OOC!Scar: Wicked. *saunters his way over, his head feeling like it is buzzing a little on the inside but perfectly steady on his feet*
IC!Ed: *gives Mal an exasperatd "DUH" face* You know what I mean... *looks toward where Ed!H is pointing, and then follows Mal*
T!Ed: *follows after the three, feeling more tingly but still not out of it*
IC!Ed!H: *pansies; not feeling a thing yet*
OOC!Scar: *once he settles down at the table, which is rather near to the corner of the restaurant, squints at the rest of them - it's so impractical having such low lighting in a bar*
OOC!Scar: So, Eds. *clearly amusing himself by calling them this* What's up?
IC!Ed: *plops down in a seat, looking around again before settling his gaze on Mal. appears to think very long and hard about this question* ...Nothin'.
IC!Ed!H: Pretty much the same, ja. *grins*
T!Ed: 'Bout on that level, too.
OOC!Scar: *just remembering something* Hey, so, Ed- *pauses with a grin* Dammit, I'm gonna have to give you guys numbers. Hell, all of you. So guess what happened yesterday?
IC!Ed!H: What happened?
IC!Ed: *sets his focus on Mal, leaning forward on the table*
OOC!Scar: I was at work, right? And I saw someone fall into the dimension. I mean, literally fall from thin air. I'm never gonna get used to that kinda thing.
T!Ed: *laughs* Really? Did you find out who the person was?
IC!Ed: *brow furrows* Just like that...?????
OOC!Scar: His name was, uh... *rubs a hand over his forehead, taking a sip of the beer that has somehow found its way in front of him* Crap, what was it. Something with an x. Dex, or uh. Mex. I don't remember.
T!Ed: Never heard of him. Poor bastard.
IC!Ed!H: *frowns* He was okay, though, right? How far did he fall?
IC!Ed: *shakes his head* Never heard of 'im either.
OOC!Scar: Yeah, he was OK. I ran out to make sure, but it was only a couple of feet. More confused than hurt, but you guys know what THAT'S like. *more beer*
T!Ed: Shit, seriously. I got here through a plane crash. Thankfully, I didn't fall through the sky. More like waking up in the middle of the park with a killer headache, but still. *drinks a good part of his beer in one go*
OOC!Scar: *grimaces* Ouch, plane crash. That sucks.
IC!Ed: *pokes his beer before picking it up* ...I was just... born here... Not here here, but... here.
OOC!Scar: Nothin' wrong with that! *grins at him, and then half out of annoyance and half out of sheer happiness, gets so fed up with trying to see through the sunglasses that he takes them off and folds them up on the table*
IC!Ed!H: I kind of just... happened here, I guess. *chuckles*
T!Ed: Be happy you were born here. The alternatives suck ass.
IC!Ed: I... guess... *hesitates, then slowly starts in on his beer*
IC!Ed!H: *had kind of forgotten his beer was there and takes a sip, pacing himself* Ja, I suppose. At least the alternatives make for interesting stories, right?
OOC!Scar: *drinks some more of his beer, working his way steadily through it* Alternatives? *a little slow*
IC!Ed!H: Falling through the sky, things like that.
T!Ed: *starting to get a little light headed and giggly, finishing his first bottle and ordering a second*
IC!Ed: *pulls back to make a face at his beer, but has some more anyway*
OOC!Scar: *glad to see that Ed is adjusting and doesn't seem to be feeling so awkward any more* Yeah. *has finished his own beer, now, but is taking a break*
OOC!Scar: Oh! I just remembered, Ed- *bursts out into laughter over the confusion of the names once more, finding it funnier than he ought to because of the alcohol* Heidreich, that is. How was the date?
IC!Ed!H: *laughs* It was wonderful, actually. We talked, we ate. We danced a little. Oh Gott, she is so beautiful... *sighs wistfully before blushing, realizing he is in manly company and manly men do not blush*
T!Ed: *giggles* So cuuuute~
OOC!Scar: *smiles all though his description of the date, but then rests his chin on his hand, sighing rather forlornly* That's so great. You lucky bastard.
IC!Ed: *grinning a little, having worked through more of his beer* Happy for ya~
IC!Ed!H: Ja. I am, aren't I? *smiles to himself* We already have another date planned. We are just going to walk around the city, though, and see the sights. Nothing big.
T!Ed: *after a bit of listening decides to keep his mouth shut, remember all of the fun times he and his ex-husband had before the bastard did him in*
OOC!Scar: *sighs again, reaches disconsolately for his beer to drink some more but finds it empty* Oh- damn. *waves someone over and, on a whim, orders himself a rum* That's good news. I'm glad it went well.
IC!Ed: Happy for you...~ *stares at his beer for a moment before speaking* I think- I have bad luck with girls. Baaaaaaad luck. *takes a swig, yay warm and fuzzy~*
IC!Ed!H: I am too and I'm looking forward to seeing her again. *very, very happy about all of this; turns to Ed* You are not seeing anyone, then, I take it? *laughs*
T!Ed: My luck with men fucking sucks. *takes half a bottle of beer out, grumbling in the direction of the table*
OOC!Scar: *elbows Ed lightly* Oh, you've got bad luck? *laughs, hiccuping once or twice in the middle* You have no fuckin' idea.
IC!Ed: *puts the beer down and shakes his head vigorously* Noooope. *looks over at Mal and makes a face at him... and then smirks* Hehehe... Oh yeah.
T!Ed: *looks slyly over at his double and Mal* You know, if either one of you ever wanted..~
OOC!Scar: *wraps his hands around the rum when it arrives, looking at it pensively* I mean, there's a crazy lady in a random dimension who wantsta marry me...
IC!Ed: *blinks at T!Ed in confusion* .... Wha...?
OOC!Scar: *looks at T!Ed, a little less innocent of his meaning; honestly doesn't know how to react though* Naw. Thanks, man, but I don't play for that band.
T!Ed: *looks at Ed* Seeex. S-E-X. Seeeeeeeeex. *drunken eyebrow waggle*
IC!Ed!H: ... *facepalms*
IC!Ed: *STARES* .......... I have a question about that. Actually. *clears his throat, shifting in his seat to face his double properly* Howzat work? Between two guys.
OOC!Scar: *RUM SPITTAKE*
T!Ed: *giggles, giving Ed a serious face* I am glad you asked that, my friend. You do it in the ass. In. The. Ass. I said it.
IC!Ed!H: *wishing he could die right now*
T!Ed: It feels SOOOOOOOOOO good.
OOC!Scar: *resting his forehead on the table, laughing himself absolutely silly*
IC!Ed: *CONFUSED* But. That's your ass. That's where shit comes out, not where stuff goes in!
T!Ed: Cocks can go in. *nods sagely*
T!Ed: It's like, made for that and stuff.
OOC!Scar: *has almost caught his breath and stopped laughing, but that quickly ends*
IC!Ed: But... *glances over at Mal, not understanding what's so funny 'cause this is serious business* ...No it isn't?
IC!Ed!H: *can't help it after seeing Mal and breaks down into laughter as well*
T!Ed: Yeah, it is. I've done it hundreds of time. Had all sorts of cocks up there. If you want, I could show you..~
OOC!Scar: *trying to get a hold fo himself, wiping tears from the edges of his vision* Aww man. TMI.
IC!Ed: *yelps and flails and leans back in his seat and topples over* N-No! Don't have to!!
T!Ed: Aw, c'mon. It feels good. *glares at Mal before leaning over in his seat, looking down at Ed* You sure, little buddy?
OOC!Scar: *offering a hand to help Ed get up*
IC!Ed: *NODNODNOD, wide eyes* Very sure! *blinks at the offered hand, then takes it and shakily pulls himself back up*
T!Ed: *sighs dramatically, looking over at Mal* YOU sure you're not curious, at least~?
OOC!Scar: *finally has gotten a handle on himself from the laughing, shakes his head, feeling dizzy* Naw, no thanks, man. Can't. 'm in love. *realizes belatedly that he hadn't meant to say that*
T!Ed: *latches onto that like a parasite* Oooh, who issit~?
OOC!Scar: *goes red from the neck up, and doesn't answer*
T!Ed: Teeeell~
IC!Ed!H: Edward...
T!Ed: What~? He started it.
IC!Ed: *trying not to giggle into what's left of his drink, having retrieved it again*
OOC!Scar: *drinking more of his rum, with a rather melancholy look* She's taken, 'nyway. Haven' got a chance
T!Ed: 'Course you have a chance. Kill the other guy. That's what'd I do.
IC!Ed!H: ...I am going to go take Cabthulu out another beer. I will be right back.
IC!Ed: *shakes his head* Nonono, don't do that. That's baaad.
IC!Ed: *blinks at Ed!H*
T!Ed: It's only bad if you get caught.
IC!Ed!H: *gets up and FLEES*
OOC!Scar: *shaking his head vehemently, frowning and staring at the woodgrain as though it were the most interesting thing on Earth*
OOC!Scar: Couldn' do that. Love him, too. In a diff'rent way. An' besides. *hiccups, then screws up his face, drinking the rest of the rum before he goes on* They're so. Disgustingly happy together.
T!Ed: *finishes his beer, raising his eyebrows* Love needs to just go die in a ditch, anyway. *snorts derisively*
IC!Ed: ... *finishes off his beer and scowls a bit at the now empty bottle*
OOC!Scar: Yeah, no shit. I'd do anythin' not to be in love. Hurts like a- *voice catching in a sob, shuts up prudently*
T!Ed: *doesn't notice the sob, nodding and at about the same place* Fucking feels like m'heart's been ripped out.
IC!Ed!H: *slinks back inside, sitting back down*
IC!Ed: *looks over at Ed!H and just sort of... watches him take his seat, not knowing what else to do*
OOC!Scar: *lets out a long sigh, then shakes his head and sits up straight* 'nough about that. New limbs, and beginnings. 's why we're here.
T!Ed: *doesn't say a word about how his new beginning is because of that bastard, even though he's thinking it*
IC!Ed!H: So, er... weather?
OOC!Scar: *stares at Ed!H for a moment, and then bursts into laughs at the so-transparent attempt to cheer things up* What about it?
IC!Ed!H: *blushes, shifting a little* ...It's not raining?
OOC!Scar: *elbows the younger Ed lightly* Hey, man, you spacin' out?
IC!Ed!H: Ja, you are awfully quiet...
IC!Ed: *looks around at them all, blinking* Huh?? No... M'fine.
IC!Ed!H: Maybe we should go home... You and our double are looking a little out of it. *grins*
OOC!Scar: Yeah... *gets to his feet, now swaying quite a bit himself* Thanks, guys. That was fantastic.
IC!Ed!H: Ja, it was. *smiles, helping T!Ed stand because he can barely carry himself at the moment*
IC!Ed: *grins a little, getting up shakily* Heh... You're welcome~
IC!Ed!H: Let us go? *leaves some money on the table for a tip, near dragging a giggling T!Ed back to the cab*
IC!Ed: *just follows after them, trying to ignore how everything seems to be swaying underneath him*
When: 04/01/08
Rating: PG-13
Category: Misc Happenings
Summary: In celebration of Mal's birthday, the boys go out drinking. Lessons on gay sex are learned and Ed has too much to drink.
OOC!Scar: *lingering on the porch of the chateau wearing what he hopes is an appropriate outfit - the alchemy shirt that Ed made him for the concert and torn jeans, and of course his habitual sunglasses*
IC!Ed!H: *heading outside, dressed pretty much how he usually does, keys in his hands*
T!Ed: *sauntering after Ed!H, dressed in the tightest leather pants in the existent of ever, a vest that laces up with black ribbons, and belt like choker, hair pulled back; thinks he's very, very sexy, yes*
OOC!Scar: *actually quite inured to that kind of clothing, approves in general of non-conformism and leather and things; gives Ed a thumbs up* Sweet threads.
T!Ed: *smirks, quite clearly pleased* Thank you~
IC!Ed!H: *choosing to ignore the leather attire* Are we ready to go?
OOC!Scar: *rubbing his hands together in excitement* Yeah, I think so!
IC!Ed!H: Then to the demonic cab, gentlemen~ *bows before leading the way to Cabthulu, who is sitting in the drive, looking all innocent*
T!Ed: I am still not going to get over the fact that thing is demonic, no matter how long I've been here. *follows*
OOC!Scar: *makes a soft noise of agreement, somewhat hesitant to get into said demonic cab but not willing to show it*
IC!Ed!H: Ja, but he's a good demonic cab. Sort of. *pats the dented hood of the car and slides into the driver's seat*
T!Ed: If you say so... *hesitates a second before taking one of the back passenger seats, lounging and being pretty*
OOC!Scar: *well, nothing for it, gets in as well, to the front seat* Should I say... hi to it? *grinning*
IC!Ed!H: *laughs* You can if you want. Er, he will probably want something to drink when we get to the pub, though. *starts the car once everyone is inside, heading off to Ed's place*
OOC!Scar: *makes himself comfortable as they rumble along, greeting the car aloud and feeling a little silly for it but mostly just beaming, tilting his head towards the open window and enjoying himself*
Cabthulu: *makes a sort of growling noise with its engine at the greeting, going quite a bit over the speed limit just because*
IC!Ed!H: *lets the cab do its own thing; doesn't take them too long to reach Ed's place*
OOC!Scar: *hops out when the get there, running up to Ed's door and knocking exuberantly*
T!Ed: *leaning out the window his arms crossed on the door, grinning at Ed's door; it has been quite a long time since he had been able to go out and enjoy himself with friends*
IC!Ed: *answers, looks up at Mal in confusion for a second... and then remembers* ...Now?
OOC!Scar: *hands on his hips, looking so happy that he might just burst* Now!
IC!Ed: *makes a face, looking quite uncomfortable with this as he peers around Mal to see the demon cab and the Eds within it* .......Do I have to?
T!Ed: *calling from the cab* Oh, other me~ You're wasting valuable booze time!
OOC!Scar: *face falling a little, feels bad for pressuring Ed and contemplates letting him off to hook for just a minute, but then is resolute* Come on, man. *softer voice* Please? It's my birthday.
IC!Ed: *glances at the other Ed, then back at Mal... sighs, running a hand through his hair and ruffling it as he starts toward the cab* Fine, I'm coming...
OOC!Scar: *beaming once more, steps out of Ed's way and then trotting after back to the cab*
T!Ed: Whoohoo, booze time! *pokes his head back into the cab, wriggling excitedly*
IC!Ed!H: *facepalms over his double's exuberance, hoping no one gets too drunk*
IC!Ed: *climbs into the backseat with T!Ed and has to do a double take at him, eyes going wide* What... are you wearing...?
T!Ed: Clothes? What does it look like? *blinks, looking down at himself*
OOC!Scar: *takes a deep breath as he resumes the front seat, loving his life at the moment* Let's do this thing!
IC!Ed!H: But of course~ *gives the steering wheel a tap, letting Cabthulu do its thing*
IC!Ed: *opens his mouth as though to say something, closes it again, opens it... looks away, shaking his head* N-Never mind.
T!Ed: No, what? Is there something wrong with it..? I mean, I know the cast is a little silly with it, but I can't help that.
OOC!Scar: *twisting around in his seat* Naw, the cast doesn't look silly at all. *bites his tongue before he blurts that he's seen his Ed wear leather pants as well and he's no one to judge*
T!Ed: Really? *grins, happy* Thanks.
IC!Ed: *just shaking his head, not going to say another word on the matter, no he isn't*
T!Ed: *isn't going to let up on Ed, staring at him* Whaaaaaaaat~?
IC!Ed!H: *just shakes his head, chuckling, and turns to Mal* Do you have any place in particular in mind? It is your birthday, after all.
OOC!Scar: *turning to Ed!H* Oh, well, any place is good. Central's got a lot of great places, I'm fine with any of 'em.
IC!Ed!H: Ja, alright. We can always go bar hopping if we don't like the first place.
IC!Ed: *still shaking his head* It's nothing. Forget it.
T!Ed: *taken aback for a second* Wait, wait, wait. You know what bar hopping is? I didn't think you've even been in one. *laughs*
IC!Ed!H: Er, hallo? From Germany, remember? Land of the beer halls.
T!Ed: ...Oh. Yes. Quite. *shuts his mouth, leaning back and waggling his eyebrows at IC!Ed in a devilish fashion*
OOC!Scar: *glancing back at Ed, wanting to integrate him into the conversation too, not wanting him to feel left out, but still participating himself* Maybe that's something they've got in every dimension.
IC!Ed: *shoots T!Ed a look like he thinks he's crazy, then faces forward again* ...What's bar hopping?
T!Ed: *is crazy, so that doesn't bother him* Going from one bar to the next.
IC!Ed: *raises an eyebrow* Why... would you do that? Can't you get enough beer from the one bar?
OOC!Scar: Yeah, that's pretty much it in a nutshell. It's not about having enough, it's about seeing the different crowds, the craziness that happens in getting from one bar to another, all that...
T!Ed: Can you get enough beer from one bar! *laughs good naturedly* You are so young and naive. It's cute. But no. A change of scenery is nice sometimes too.
IC!Ed: *stares at them all for a moment. does not compute* ...Right. I'll just- take your word for it.
OOC!Scar: Aw, come on. *coming to Ed's defence* Don't make fun of him, man. That's bullshit. Drinking's not his thing.
T!Ed: *raises his hands in surrender* I was kidding.
IC!Ed: *looks over at Mal gratefully, settling back into his seat more comfortably*
IC!Ed!H: Before we all kill each other, here look good?
OOC!Scar: Yeah, looks great. *seizing upon the opportunity, and getting out once Cabthulu pulls over*
IC!Ed!H: *hops out, patting Cabthulu on the hood* I'll get you something, buddy. Do not worry.
T!Ed: *slides out of his seat and stretches languidly, making eyes at anything that walks by*
IC!Ed: *pulls himself out of the cab and looks at the place, then looks to Mal and the others to see what they're doing*
OOC!Scar: *is momentarily struck by the similarity between this living Ed and how he was as a homunculus, but then puts the thought aside quickly*
IC!Ed!H: *meanders into the bar, trying to be all smooth and stuff, but generally looking like a dork*
OOC!Scar: Cool- uh- Eds, let's go!
T!Ed: ...We are not a unit. *mock pouts*
IC!Ed: *follows them, hands in his pockets, trying not to look as uncomfortable as he feels so as not to bring Mal down on his birthday*
OOC!Scar: *pushes his sunglasses up on the bridge of his nose and goes into the bar himself, joining his blond friends at the bar*
T!Ed: *sits all proper like at the bar, ordering them a round of shots* On me~
IC!Ed: *just sits at the bar with everyone, leaning forward on the bar and looking around, half-curious half-wary*
IC!Ed!H: *glances over at Ed, leaning a little closer and dropping his voice* Are you doing alright?
IC!Ed: *blinks over at Ed!H, then gives a feeble grin* Yeah, m'fine. Don't worry.
IC!Ed!H: Alright. If you are feeling uncomfortable let me know, ja? *smiles*
OOC!Scar: *is glad that it isn't too crowded in the bar yet, looks around and gets his bearings before even turning his attention to the drinks*
OOC!Scar: *takes note of a couple of old men in a booth near the back, and a small coven of college-age females clustered tightly around a table*
IC!Ed: *smiles back and nods* Alright. But really, I wouldn't worry about it if I were you.
T!Ed: *has downed his shot the moment it gets to their section, feeling a little tingly*
IC!Ed: *hesitantly picks up his shot and starts examining it from all sides*
OOC!Scar: *turns at last to his own drink, picking it up and watching Ed look at it as though it's poisoned*
IC!Ed!H: *had ordered a bottle of something random for Cabthulu and picks that up after downing his own shot* I will be right back. He gets angry if don't bring him something.
OOC!Scar: Bottoms up for me. *drinks the shot and sets the glass down firmly, exhaling contentedly*
IC!Ed: *watches them all down their drinks, then finally decides to do the same with his. makes a face and starts coughing a bit the moment it's all gone down the hatch*
OOC!Scar: *pats Ed on the back bracingly, managing not to smile though it's some effort*
T!Ed: *raises his eyebrows* Didn't like it?
IC!Ed: *cough cough, thumps his chest* What- What was it?
T!Ed: Stuff. *shrugs innocently*
IC!Ed: What kind of- *COUGH, thump, shaking his head* Damn...!
OOC!Scar: *somewhat concerned look at Ed* Too strong for ya? *doesn't mean it in a challenging way or anything, just worried is all*
IC!Ed: *takes it as a challenge, shoots Mal a look* No. I'm fine. Just- *makes a face* -not used to it, that's all.
OOC!Scar: *grins at him, taking his hand away from his back and setting his elbows on the bar, looking happy as a clam* Another round? I can cover the next round. Maybe we should wait for... *glances over his shoulder*
OOC!Scar: His car didn't eat him, right?
T!Ed: Nah, I don't think so. *glances at the door, only a little worried*
IC!Ed!H: *in an argument with Cabthulu right now about why the demonic cab can't take home the nice looking prostitutes, even if he could, how would that work? DO NOT WANT*
IC!Ed: *idly fiddling with the shot glass, looking toward the door as well* He... should be fine, right?
OOC!Scar: *watches as someone comes through the door, but sees that it is just a couple of men in overalls, seemingly just having gotten off their shift* Yeah. Totally. I'll order that other round...
IC!Ed!H: *finally convinces Cabthulu that it's a Bad Idea and heads back inside, sitting back down* I hate that thing, I really do.
OOC!Scar: You do? I hadn't gotten that impression - what happened?
IC!Ed: *raises his eyebrows* Do we wanna know?
T!Ed: And by that, we mean tell us.
IC!Ed!H: He, er, wanted to take home some, erm... "ladies of the night."
OOC!Scar: *accepts his next shot glass and waits for the others to pick up theirs, glad to be in such good company*
OOC!Scar: *...and then almost drops the glass, setting it down ungracefully* .......take them home... in the way that a cab should?
IC!Ed!H: ...No. No, not in the way that a cab should.
IC!Ed!H: Of course, maybe he just wanted a sacrifice, but still.
IC!Ed: *wide-eyed staring* ...Wha... How would that... *shakes his head, staring at his new shot glass now*
T!Ed: *gigglesnorts, raising his own shot glass* God, that thing is awesome.
OOC!Scar: That is a mental image I never ever needed. *raises his glass again* A toast? To new limbs, slash new beginnings?
T!Ed: Agreed~ *raises his glass*
IC!Ed!H: New limbs and beginings. *grins, doing the same*
IC!Ed: *raises his* Yeah.
OOC!Scar: *clinks the glasses together, and then drinks his, feeling it burn its way down his throat*
T!Ed: *downs his with ease, smirking over at the college girls in the corner*
IC!Ed!H: *kind of splutters on his own, making a face* Ech, too fast.
IC!Ed: *downs his, better prepared for it this time and HAH does not start coughing! starting to feel warm and fuzzy though*
OOC!Scar: *rather stoic about the whole thing, though his cheeks are just faintly redder than before*
OOC!Scar: Mmm. *smacks his lips* Aw, this is fantastic. Thanks, guys.
IC!Ed!H: You know, we should all do this more often. Not necessarily the bar thing, but hanging out.
IC!Ed: *has a small, absent smile on his face as he examines his glass, then looks over at the others with a nod* Sure. Don't see why we shouldn't.
T!Ed: Clubbing. We should definitely do clubbing next. *smiles happily*
OOC!Scar: Shit, man. We really should. Gotta enjoy ourselves while things are normal, huh?
IC!Ed: *blinks* ... What's clubbing? *imagining something to do with blunt weaponry*
T!Ed: ...Oh my god. Someone educate the midget neanderthal, please. I can't speak to him anymore. *smirks over at Ed*
OOC!Scar: *narrows his eyes slightly at the older Ed, but it's not very visible behind his sunglasses in the dim bar*
OOC!Scar: Clubbing's a bit like bar hopping, but dancing. We were at a club for the concert, remember? So it'd be like going to a bunch of those.
IC!Ed: *has an angry bit of a flail at the midget comment, then reaches to smack T!Ed's arm instead of screaming at him, feeling a little too fuzzy to do that*
T!Ed: ... *bursts out laughing*
IC!Ed: *blinks at Mal, then nods* Ohhhh... I get it.
IC!Ed!H: Guys, be nice.
IC!Ed: *huffs, poking his glass* ...He insulted me.
IC!Ed!H: But you don't need to stoop to his level and hit him. And Edward, knock it off.
T!Ed: Was just playing~ *pouts*
IC!Ed: But... he insulted me. *has no better argument right now*
OOC!Scar: *sends Ed Hei an appreciative look, glad he isn't the one having to keep them in order*
IC!Ed!H: *is rather used to being the mediator when it comes to things like this* No hitting. No insulting.
IC!Ed: ...Fine. *idly poking and nudging his glass around in front of him* ...What was in this stuff, guys?
T!Ed: *stays silent and orders a round of beer for them as a token of forgiveness*
OOC!Scar: Can we get a table? I want to sit at a table. *turns towards Ed with a grin* ...alcochol.
IC!Ed!H: Ja, sure. Over there look good? *points*
OOC!Scar: Wicked. *saunters his way over, his head feeling like it is buzzing a little on the inside but perfectly steady on his feet*
IC!Ed: *gives Mal an exasperatd "DUH" face* You know what I mean... *looks toward where Ed!H is pointing, and then follows Mal*
T!Ed: *follows after the three, feeling more tingly but still not out of it*
IC!Ed!H: *pansies; not feeling a thing yet*
OOC!Scar: *once he settles down at the table, which is rather near to the corner of the restaurant, squints at the rest of them - it's so impractical having such low lighting in a bar*
OOC!Scar: So, Eds. *clearly amusing himself by calling them this* What's up?
IC!Ed: *plops down in a seat, looking around again before settling his gaze on Mal. appears to think very long and hard about this question* ...Nothin'.
IC!Ed!H: Pretty much the same, ja. *grins*
T!Ed: 'Bout on that level, too.
OOC!Scar: *just remembering something* Hey, so, Ed- *pauses with a grin* Dammit, I'm gonna have to give you guys numbers. Hell, all of you. So guess what happened yesterday?
IC!Ed!H: What happened?
IC!Ed: *sets his focus on Mal, leaning forward on the table*
OOC!Scar: I was at work, right? And I saw someone fall into the dimension. I mean, literally fall from thin air. I'm never gonna get used to that kinda thing.
T!Ed: *laughs* Really? Did you find out who the person was?
IC!Ed: *brow furrows* Just like that...?????
OOC!Scar: His name was, uh... *rubs a hand over his forehead, taking a sip of the beer that has somehow found its way in front of him* Crap, what was it. Something with an x. Dex, or uh. Mex. I don't remember.
T!Ed: Never heard of him. Poor bastard.
IC!Ed!H: *frowns* He was okay, though, right? How far did he fall?
IC!Ed: *shakes his head* Never heard of 'im either.
OOC!Scar: Yeah, he was OK. I ran out to make sure, but it was only a couple of feet. More confused than hurt, but you guys know what THAT'S like. *more beer*
T!Ed: Shit, seriously. I got here through a plane crash. Thankfully, I didn't fall through the sky. More like waking up in the middle of the park with a killer headache, but still. *drinks a good part of his beer in one go*
OOC!Scar: *grimaces* Ouch, plane crash. That sucks.
IC!Ed: *pokes his beer before picking it up* ...I was just... born here... Not here here, but... here.
OOC!Scar: Nothin' wrong with that! *grins at him, and then half out of annoyance and half out of sheer happiness, gets so fed up with trying to see through the sunglasses that he takes them off and folds them up on the table*
IC!Ed!H: I kind of just... happened here, I guess. *chuckles*
T!Ed: Be happy you were born here. The alternatives suck ass.
IC!Ed: I... guess... *hesitates, then slowly starts in on his beer*
IC!Ed!H: *had kind of forgotten his beer was there and takes a sip, pacing himself* Ja, I suppose. At least the alternatives make for interesting stories, right?
OOC!Scar: *drinks some more of his beer, working his way steadily through it* Alternatives? *a little slow*
IC!Ed!H: Falling through the sky, things like that.
T!Ed: *starting to get a little light headed and giggly, finishing his first bottle and ordering a second*
IC!Ed: *pulls back to make a face at his beer, but has some more anyway*
OOC!Scar: *glad to see that Ed is adjusting and doesn't seem to be feeling so awkward any more* Yeah. *has finished his own beer, now, but is taking a break*
OOC!Scar: Oh! I just remembered, Ed- *bursts out into laughter over the confusion of the names once more, finding it funnier than he ought to because of the alcohol* Heidreich, that is. How was the date?
IC!Ed!H: *laughs* It was wonderful, actually. We talked, we ate. We danced a little. Oh Gott, she is so beautiful... *sighs wistfully before blushing, realizing he is in manly company and manly men do not blush*
T!Ed: *giggles* So cuuuute~
OOC!Scar: *smiles all though his description of the date, but then rests his chin on his hand, sighing rather forlornly* That's so great. You lucky bastard.
IC!Ed: *grinning a little, having worked through more of his beer* Happy for ya~
IC!Ed!H: Ja. I am, aren't I? *smiles to himself* We already have another date planned. We are just going to walk around the city, though, and see the sights. Nothing big.
T!Ed: *after a bit of listening decides to keep his mouth shut, remember all of the fun times he and his ex-husband had before the bastard did him in*
OOC!Scar: *sighs again, reaches disconsolately for his beer to drink some more but finds it empty* Oh- damn. *waves someone over and, on a whim, orders himself a rum* That's good news. I'm glad it went well.
IC!Ed: Happy for you...~ *stares at his beer for a moment before speaking* I think- I have bad luck with girls. Baaaaaaad luck. *takes a swig, yay warm and fuzzy~*
IC!Ed!H: I am too and I'm looking forward to seeing her again. *very, very happy about all of this; turns to Ed* You are not seeing anyone, then, I take it? *laughs*
T!Ed: My luck with men fucking sucks. *takes half a bottle of beer out, grumbling in the direction of the table*
OOC!Scar: *elbows Ed lightly* Oh, you've got bad luck? *laughs, hiccuping once or twice in the middle* You have no fuckin' idea.
IC!Ed: *puts the beer down and shakes his head vigorously* Noooope. *looks over at Mal and makes a face at him... and then smirks* Hehehe... Oh yeah.
T!Ed: *looks slyly over at his double and Mal* You know, if either one of you ever wanted..~
OOC!Scar: *wraps his hands around the rum when it arrives, looking at it pensively* I mean, there's a crazy lady in a random dimension who wantsta marry me...
IC!Ed: *blinks at T!Ed in confusion* .... Wha...?
OOC!Scar: *looks at T!Ed, a little less innocent of his meaning; honestly doesn't know how to react though* Naw. Thanks, man, but I don't play for that band.
T!Ed: *looks at Ed* Seeex. S-E-X. Seeeeeeeeex. *drunken eyebrow waggle*
IC!Ed!H: ... *facepalms*
IC!Ed: *STARES* .......... I have a question about that. Actually. *clears his throat, shifting in his seat to face his double properly* Howzat work? Between two guys.
OOC!Scar: *RUM SPITTAKE*
T!Ed: *giggles, giving Ed a serious face* I am glad you asked that, my friend. You do it in the ass. In. The. Ass. I said it.
IC!Ed!H: *wishing he could die right now*
T!Ed: It feels SOOOOOOOOOO good.
OOC!Scar: *resting his forehead on the table, laughing himself absolutely silly*
IC!Ed: *CONFUSED* But. That's your ass. That's where shit comes out, not where stuff goes in!
T!Ed: Cocks can go in. *nods sagely*
T!Ed: It's like, made for that and stuff.
OOC!Scar: *has almost caught his breath and stopped laughing, but that quickly ends*
IC!Ed: But... *glances over at Mal, not understanding what's so funny 'cause this is serious business* ...No it isn't?
IC!Ed!H: *can't help it after seeing Mal and breaks down into laughter as well*
T!Ed: Yeah, it is. I've done it hundreds of time. Had all sorts of cocks up there. If you want, I could show you..~
OOC!Scar: *trying to get a hold fo himself, wiping tears from the edges of his vision* Aww man. TMI.
IC!Ed: *yelps and flails and leans back in his seat and topples over* N-No! Don't have to!!
T!Ed: Aw, c'mon. It feels good. *glares at Mal before leaning over in his seat, looking down at Ed* You sure, little buddy?
OOC!Scar: *offering a hand to help Ed get up*
IC!Ed: *NODNODNOD, wide eyes* Very sure! *blinks at the offered hand, then takes it and shakily pulls himself back up*
T!Ed: *sighs dramatically, looking over at Mal* YOU sure you're not curious, at least~?
OOC!Scar: *finally has gotten a handle on himself from the laughing, shakes his head, feeling dizzy* Naw, no thanks, man. Can't. 'm in love. *realizes belatedly that he hadn't meant to say that*
T!Ed: *latches onto that like a parasite* Oooh, who issit~?
OOC!Scar: *goes red from the neck up, and doesn't answer*
T!Ed: Teeeell~
IC!Ed!H: Edward...
T!Ed: What~? He started it.
IC!Ed: *trying not to giggle into what's left of his drink, having retrieved it again*
OOC!Scar: *drinking more of his rum, with a rather melancholy look* She's taken, 'nyway. Haven' got a chance
T!Ed: 'Course you have a chance. Kill the other guy. That's what'd I do.
IC!Ed!H: ...I am going to go take Cabthulu out another beer. I will be right back.
IC!Ed: *shakes his head* Nonono, don't do that. That's baaad.
IC!Ed: *blinks at Ed!H*
T!Ed: It's only bad if you get caught.
IC!Ed!H: *gets up and FLEES*
OOC!Scar: *shaking his head vehemently, frowning and staring at the woodgrain as though it were the most interesting thing on Earth*
OOC!Scar: Couldn' do that. Love him, too. In a diff'rent way. An' besides. *hiccups, then screws up his face, drinking the rest of the rum before he goes on* They're so. Disgustingly happy together.
T!Ed: *finishes his beer, raising his eyebrows* Love needs to just go die in a ditch, anyway. *snorts derisively*
IC!Ed: ... *finishes off his beer and scowls a bit at the now empty bottle*
OOC!Scar: Yeah, no shit. I'd do anythin' not to be in love. Hurts like a- *voice catching in a sob, shuts up prudently*
T!Ed: *doesn't notice the sob, nodding and at about the same place* Fucking feels like m'heart's been ripped out.
IC!Ed!H: *slinks back inside, sitting back down*
IC!Ed: *looks over at Ed!H and just sort of... watches him take his seat, not knowing what else to do*
OOC!Scar: *lets out a long sigh, then shakes his head and sits up straight* 'nough about that. New limbs, and beginnings. 's why we're here.
T!Ed: *doesn't say a word about how his new beginning is because of that bastard, even though he's thinking it*
IC!Ed!H: So, er... weather?
OOC!Scar: *stares at Ed!H for a moment, and then bursts into laughs at the so-transparent attempt to cheer things up* What about it?
IC!Ed!H: *blushes, shifting a little* ...It's not raining?
OOC!Scar: *elbows the younger Ed lightly* Hey, man, you spacin' out?
IC!Ed!H: Ja, you are awfully quiet...
IC!Ed: *looks around at them all, blinking* Huh?? No... M'fine.
IC!Ed!H: Maybe we should go home... You and our double are looking a little out of it. *grins*
OOC!Scar: Yeah... *gets to his feet, now swaying quite a bit himself* Thanks, guys. That was fantastic.
IC!Ed!H: Ja, it was. *smiles, helping T!Ed stand because he can barely carry himself at the moment*
IC!Ed: *grins a little, getting up shakily* Heh... You're welcome~
IC!Ed!H: Let us go? *leaves some money on the table for a tip, near dragging a giggling T!Ed back to the cab*
IC!Ed: *just follows after them, trying to ignore how everything seems to be swaying underneath him*
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Date: 2008-04-02 08:05 pm (UTC)Also, I'm slightly afraid that posting icon will bite me.
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Date: 2008-04-02 08:09 pm (UTC)Got a little bit depressing at the end there... ;_; ...poor boys. But the rest of the time I was laughing my ass off.
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Date: 2008-04-03 07:33 am (UTC)which is why drunk!Ed must happen more oftenno subject
Date: 2008-04-03 07:49 am (UTC)And agree.OHMIGOD COMPLETELY UNRELATED HIKA I NEED THAT SONG HAPPINESS BY THE ZIPPERS THAT YOU MADE YOUR NARUTO VIDEO TO DO YOU HAVE IT?! I WAAAAAAANT SO BAD AND THE INTERNET FAILS.
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Date: 2008-04-03 03:32 pm (UTC)...I don't know why I love it so much. But abruptly last night I had an intense craving for it. O_o I watched that FMA mmv like five times.
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Date: 2008-04-03 06:31 pm (UTC)and yes! i totally have no problem e-mailing it to you~ ...what is your e-mail?? XD
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Date: 2008-04-04 01:55 am (UTC)*facepalm* Go look in the Contact Info post (http://community.livejournal.com/omg_fma/754.html), n00b! ...I'd just tell you, but then you wouldn't learn anything from the experience. *sniff* ...Also, who knows, I might have an internet stalker....
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Date: 2008-04-04 05:39 am (UTC)...heehee~ i forgot we had one o' those. ^-^
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Date: 2008-04-04 06:51 am (UTC)*eyeroll* Everyone does. INCLUDING LISA. Seriously, it's a very useful thing to have....
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Date: 2008-04-04 10:54 pm (UTC)...I don't suppose there's any way to give someone the ability to edit someone else's post?
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Date: 2008-04-04 11:01 pm (UTC)Um... I'll go edit the post tonight since a bunch of other characters need tags, too. Thinking about it, you just wanna make a joint LJ for mod updates and things like that? Might be easier.
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Date: 2008-04-06 11:24 pm (UTC)