swift-wind-alchemist:

alchxmiaflamma:

Our muses' are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses' to share a stupid, drunken kiss

♟It was a rush, 
vision was blurred, minds were corrupted, it always turns out with Mustang hating himself in the morning. But, currently, his lips were pushed to another’s (he couldn’t tell who), and his hands holding the hips of a female’s (thank God for that). Either the world was forcing them somewhere, or he had whoever it was hoisted up against a wall (of course, outside the pub). 

“Roy Mustang, you absolute ass!” she shouted as she stamped her foot on the ground. “This is how the famous Colonel Mustang, the suave ladies man, treats a girl at the bar?! Tch! Seems more like an immature little boy to me! Can’t even admit that he fucked up and then try to make things right!” This was more than anything a display of how obnoxious she was when drunk, but she wasn’t about to just let him leave her here. “Besides, creeps roam the streets at night! You’re really going to leave a drunk young woman out on the street by herself?! Or were you planning on making me someone else’s responsibility?! God, you really are an ass! All right, don’t be surprised if I get mugged on my way home! It’ll be your fault when it happens!”

♟—Mustang had to hold back laughter from her drunken display, the alcohol fueling his actions, partially, too. He turned back to her after a moment of silence of him halting his laughter. "I plan on apologizing to my unit for leaving them. I hardly think they can cope without me." And I need to check the air between the lieutenant and I. "You’re welcome to join but on these nights I usually end up walking half of my team back to the street outside my flat at an attempt to get back home.” He sniggered to himself at the memory of that from the previous year. “You just can’t utter a word of this to anyone and wait five minutes before walking back in there after me, is that alright?” He asked with a final sigh, the plan using up brain power that was wasted. He didn’t understand why she needed someone to walk her home. Hawkeye could usually do it herself. However, the lieutenant was the only woman he’d worked long enough with to use as an example. And he knew most people weren’t like her.