Open Bar

[Irony]

Irony stood behind the bar, cleaning glasses quickly, she knew quiet a few people where looking at her, her hair was tied up and she was not wearing her uniform. Instead she had a shirt that barely reached mid thigh, a cropped top that had straps but no sleeves, her tattoo covered by a specially made armband, it was gold in color and had several red stones on it, if need be she could pop one of and eat it. A gift from her beloved brother.

In some ways she felt that she had betrayed him, but she knew in the end it was for the better good. She had recently caught sight of a pic of the elusive Elrics, she had been overjoyed. It was what she had been waiting for. She would travel to their home and try to pull them through soon. She could easily push people she had never tried to pull them through though.

She continued cleaning the other cups, giving drink to those who asked and taking cash in return, she got offered a few and took them up on it, she had already downed four different types of liquor and twenty shots total. She was amazed at the fact that anyone thought she would be drunk by now, she mentally laughed but physically had not changed. She never showed her emotions.

She sighed slightly, what a boring day. No one of real interest had come in and she was bored out of her wits. All of the patrons where interested in their drinks by now and probably would have nothing interesting to say. She had passed what little information she had been able to get to the informant by now. She had a book she could always open but felt she should save it. She continued her cleaning, wiping the bar get a few stains out of it.

This day she was the only one working, though it was not that hard, although this place bustled with people, they where pretty well behaved. No one had puked yet and she would n occasion have people escorted out because they where too drunk. But luckily this place smelled like fine liquor and smoke, no puke no blood. She looked up scanning the crowds with her amber eyes. Her hair swayed slightly in the high ponytail she had managed to get it into.

[Riza Hawkeye]

Days off were rare- nights off not so much, but Riza never went out unless she knew that she didn't have to be in the next day. Besides, it wasn't as though she had terribly many options when she did. Older, wiser and more practical than most who hit the bar scene she tired very quickly of the crowds and the mindless banter. But this bar came lightly recommended, seemed to be at the center of unbelievable stories, and if she went in her uniform she'd never learn a thing. A better actor than the others, she'd decided to take care of it herself.

her long skirt was black, velvety and fitted with a slid up the side for a good distance- becoming, casual and functional as well. Though most wouldn't believe it she did also own heels, which she wore, and a fitted top of white with black embroidery and a black patent leather jacket to completely cover her back. under her skirt she wore a pistol on a hidden holster, never without at least one gun on her all times. Her hair was simply down, flowing over her back, and her expression was intelligent but serene.

Once inside she took a seat and the bar and simply ordered a drink to sip as she took in the scene with just enough interest. She didn't really want to be bothered, simply allowed to listen comfortably, but she was ready for any contingency.

[Denny Brosh]

Denny couldn't believe his luck as he walked down one of the many streets in Central. He had finally gotten another day all to himself again and he wasn't about to waste it laying about. It was a shame that Maria wasn't around to hangout with, but Maria had he own duties to take care of at the moment and he really couldn't drag her way from them... Though he did wish he could. He wasn't going to deny that. He hated how little time he was spending with her as of late, but that was just the way things were. It didn't keep him from mopping in his loneliness though. It was all to obvious the the years hadn't ebbed his love for Maria and he didn't try to hide his feeling for her, but he couldn't seem to confess them either. To be frank, he didn't know if he would ever be able to do so. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't find the right words to say. Then again, maybe it was better that they just stay friends. What if she didn't feel the same for him? What if she had someone else she was interested in? Remembering what had happened with Hoenheim, Denny couldn't help the little twitch that built in his brow as a big frown took over his smile. Here he was trying to have a little fun and he had already ruined it for himself with his own thoughts. "Way to go, Denny..." Denny said to himself as he felt a small bought of depression build up in himself again.

Denny didn't know why, but that always seemed to be nagging at the back of his mind. Maria had developed a crush on the Elric brothers' father so fast and yet she didn't seem to notice his feeling for her at all. Was it because he was unattractive? Was it because he was just not her type? He didn't know what her reasoning was, but whatever it was there was nothing he could do about it. After all, he couldn't change what he was. He would try to if it were for Maria though. Sighing to himself, Denny's shoulders slumped forward a little. He hated feeling like this and especially at that very moment. He was just way to easy to hurt when it came to Maria and the fact that she just might not be into him. Stopping to look around himself, Denny realized that he hadn't been paying attention to where he had been going whilst he was thinking and found that he was actually in a section of the city he had never been in before. Denny was quite surprised by this revelation and it actually brought up his mood a little. He had thought he had known every part of this city, but apparently he was wrong.

Looking around himself at all of the buildings, Denny's eyes soon quickly landed on a bar called 'Blue Duck'. Denny couldn't help but be a little amused by the name. Who named a bar the blue duck? Denny shrugged to himself as he continued to stare at the bar. Well, it wasn't like it was a horrible name or anything. Just a little on the annoying side. He had to admit that getting a drink was a welcoming thought though as he walked towards the bar with a curious look on his face. Though he wasn't usually one for bar hopping, he was hopping this would brighten his mood again. He did wish he was wearing something more casual though. He hadn't gotten back to his place to change yet and he was still in his military uniform. It was always better to drink out of uniform so as not to shame your station, but he was here already and he had to admit that it would be quite a pain to walk all the way home just to return.

Reaching the door, Denny pulled it open and walked in. Looking around, Denny found that the place he had just walked into was actually quite nice. It was obviously being kept up well and it was also surprisingly calm in the bar. Looking around, Denny saw a couple of people here and there, but no one that he recognized. Not that it really matter if he had recognized someone. It wasn't like he was breaking any rules or anything along those lines. He was just a soldier dropping into have a drink. Nothing to bad about that was there? A Slight smile came to his face as he turned his attentions to the young lady at the counter as he continued to walk towards her. Examining the young lady, Denny couldn't help but wonder why she was working at a bar. She looked way to young to be working in such a place and he would remember to make mention of that. She looked to be no more then 16 or seventeen years of age. Though she was young, he couldn't deny the fact that she was also quite beautiful, but in no way as beautiful as Maria. But Maria was both beautiful on the inside and out, Denny didn't know if this person had a beautiful inside or not and he would probably never find out. To be frank, he didn't really care though.

Thinking about all of the drinks he had heard of, Denny stopped before the counter and tried to think of what he wanted to get. Unable to think of anything, Denny gave the girl a weak smile and a uneasy laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck and said, "Sorry, I usually don't come to bars. Do you have any recommendations for drinks?" Denny couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed about asking this when he was 30 years of age and she only looked to be 16. But she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, the female smiled at this and said, "Alright, I'll heck you up with our best then!" After saying this, Denny watched as the girl started to throw many different types of liquor into a glass. Seeing this, the hair on the back of Denny's neck started to stand on end. He had forgotten to tell her to keep it something light. Denny was a light weight when it came to drinking and he new it! But it was already to late. She had already started to make it and he wasn't about to let her work go to waste.

Finishing with the drink, the female lay the drink before him and held stated the price. Denny almost flinched at the price and he knew at that moment that she was taking advantage of his inexperience when it came to bars. He had a feeling that he should have just asked for a shoot of rum at this point. Giving the girl the money she head requested, Denny just stared at his drink. It was obvious by the look on his face that he was almost to horrified to drink it because he knew what would happen. With that much liquor in one cup, he would be so drunk he wouldn't be able to walk or talk straight. It was only when he was distracted by a laugh on the other side of the counter that he finally looked away from the glass. Looking up, Denny saw the amused face of the bar maiden that had served him. "Aw, is the poor little military man afraid of a little drink?" the girl said before starting to laugh again. Denny frowned deeply as he watched her. He couldn't believe how rude she was being to her custom. Was this how it always was a bars? If so, he didn't think he would be doing this very often.

"Excuse me, but I'm not afraid of my drink and I would prefer it if you would stop laughing at me. It's very rude," Denny stated defensively as he lifted his chin proudly. Alright, so he was a little afraid of his drink, but he didn't know what it was or what it would do to him. He was sure anyone who saw how many different liquors in one cup would feel the same. Taking a break long enough in her laughing fit, the girl snickered, "Alright, if your so brave, chug it!" Denny new that she was antagonistic him and but he wasn't about to back down from a challenge. Grabbing the drink before him, Denny put the glass to his lips and started to gulp it down. The liquor was like fire going down his throat as he tried not to choke on the liquid. Denny had to admit that he didn't fancy the taste of the drink either, but he drank every last drop before slamming the glass back down onto the counter before him.

Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, Denny almost regretted it immediately as the air burned his throat. It was at that point that he started to cough uncontrollably as a tickling burning sensation ran through out his throat. Covering his mouth with his hand respectfully, Denny couldn't help but wonder what the hell was in that damned drink. Denny could hear laughter over his coughing as his face started to redden and tears can to the side of his eyes. It was at the time that his vision started to get fuzzy and his head started to spin. Denny was drunk... Or was he? At the moment, Denny really didn't know. Finally getting in control, Denny stopped coughing and smiled at both of the girls that now stood behind the counter. He had no clue where the girl that looked just like the other had came from, but he did with they would stop moving around. It was making him dizzy. "Wal ya stup muvin round? Ur mukin m head do loopty loopty loops," Denny slurred as he tried not to sway where he stood. For a moment, Denny hadn't believed that had been him say those words, but he hadn't seen anyone else talking. Denny couldn't help the laugh that came to his lips as he realized that he was drunk. "'M drunk!" Denny shout slurred in his realization as he turned to the two girls and said, "Dis ya both know I wus drunk?"

It was at the moment that Denny lost his balance and fell backwards onto his ass. Laying there in shock for a moment, Denny burst into laughter again as he pushed himself back up onto his legs and swayed there for a moment. He hard the two girls laughing at him as he stood there, but it didn't seemed to phase him at all. In fact, Denny's face lite up with a big smile. Laughter, laughter was good. Yes, laughter was very good. It make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside! Like all your muscles have been turned into cute fuzzy little kitties! Kitties, I like kitties they are cute... And fuzzy! was the only thing he thought as he looked around him. He could hear more laughter coming from other places in the room, but he ignored them as he turned and faced the door. "Wow, a door!" Denny said excitedly when he saw the door again and he started to stumble towards the door. With a goofy little smile on. He though he heard a female voice say something behind him as he reached the door and sawed back and forth before it.

Staring at the door for a moment, Denny slowly brought up his hand and pushed up open before him. Denny smiled when the door swung open and he walked outside letting the door close behind him. Stumbling into the streets, Denny dodged people and vehicles alike as he made his way towards a unknown destination. Denny stumbled into a couple of people as he made his way through the town, but as he stumbled through, Denny saw something he did recognize in his dazed and fuzzy mind. Major Riza Hawkeye walking into a bar called 'The Sevn Deadly Spins' at least that's what he thought what the sign above the bar said. Stumbling forward, Denny made his way towards the person the he had recognized. Yes, being with people he knew would be fun and he kinda new Riza. This would be the perfect time to actually get to become friends with her. Friend... He liked friends. He liked friends a lot. He especially like Maria. Maria was his favorite.

Finally reaching the door of the bar, after almost getting hit by a care and running into a couple of people, Denny stumbled through the doors and looked around for Major Hawkeye. Or should he call her Riza? After all, they were friends right? Yes, he was sure they were friends. When his eyes landed on her, he had to admit that he had to be hallucinating. She was all dolled up and in a skirt, Denny had never seen her like that before. It was... different. His eyes were still foggy and his head was still spinning as he made his drunken way towards her with a huge smile on his face. "Hey R~za, over here!" Denny called out as he advanced upon her. Sadly Denny tripped over a couple of chairs as he made his way and ended up face first on the ground. Finding it completely hilarious that he was on the ground once again, Denny pushed himself up, using one of the chairs he had fallen over as a crutch, and continued to make his way towards her.

[Irony]

Irony handed the drink to Riza, taking note of her. She was not the usual sort, she could tell by the way she held herself she was military. She had met more then enough undercover to transfer messages to to know it by glance. She did not care, though she would make sure she got a discount. All military did. It had made her big bro angry but she had explained it in a way that did not give her away that let it be known what she was doing and he had accepted it.

She was cleaning the counter near Riza when Denny walked in. Irony was amused at the guy, not many people walked into the Seven deadly sins drunk. That's how they left. She found it more amusing when he fell. The men that escort drunks out made a move towards him, she shot them a look. They backed away quickly. This one did not seem dangerous. She noticed that he was approaching the female that she had just handed a drink to. Apparently her name was Riza.

Irony smiled slightly as a gentlemen ordered a drink for her, she shot it back. Feeling the burn slide down her throat. They had no idea of her tolerance, then again she did not remember ever getting drunk. She took the money from the gentlemen quickly putting it away.

[Riza Hawkeye]

Once she had the drink in her hands Riza took a moderate sip- nothing to make it look as though she was a heavy drinker, which she wasn't, and not a dainty sip what would indicate she was only playing at being able to handle herself. No, she certainly knew what she was doing. "Please put this on my tab, I'll clear it up after I leave," she told the server with a sedate smile, then took another sip as she discreetly took in the surroundings.

An incredibly slurred version of her name caused her to turn around in her chair, an expression of curiosity on her face that was quickly replaced with one of disbelief. Was that who she thought it was? Brosh's face was flushed and his steps were stumbling- and then he fell pretty soundly onto the floor, barely missing catching his chin on the edge of a table as he went down. If she had any experience with people who were drinking- which she did, to a point- he was nearly mindless with the stuff. And he was blowing her cover! There was nothing to be done for it now, she could learn just as much as herself in this situation.

She couldn't help but watch in something amused confusion as he continued on his way, edging closer but at a slow pace. At least he was trying to stand up and she couldn't really blame him for his behavior, because she'd never seen him drink at all. Yes, he was in uniform, which was bad, but the only way to repair the situation was to look after him and make sure he didn't do anything completely unthinkable. "Good evening Denny," she simply replied with a small smile, raising a brow. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."

[Denny Brosh]

As Denny stumbled towards Riza, he heard he words and couldn't help but laugh again. He didn't know if he was having a good time or not, but he was having fun. Was that the same thing? His mind was so fogy that he couldn't remember at the moment. To be frank, he really didn't care. Or at least he didn't think he cared... Did he? Well, whatever it maybe, it really didn't matter. What mattered at the moment was the fact that if he didn't find a place to site down right now, he was going to fall again. He had to admit that it would be rather fun, but it would also be rather painful as well. His bum was starting to hurt and so was his face. But his face wasn't just hurting. No, it was burning. Not as in a painful burn, but a burn like he was overly hot. He had to admit that was strange. Strange or not though, it wasn't going to ruin his fun. He knew he wasn't sick, so it didn't really matter. Or at least he didn't think he was sick...

Not thinking about where he was going, Denny forgot to stop and stumbled right into the counter beside Riza. A look of surprise came to his face as he turned his attention to the counter before him and just stared at it with a dumb look on his face. After a moment pasted, Denny couldn't help the toothy grin that came to his face as a little chuckles came up from his throat. "Whups! Din see tha there," Denny slurred as noticed the young lady on the other side of the counter. "Lo!" Denny said as he waved at the girl and stumbled backwards a little. "Wah!" Denny cried out as he barely caught himself by gripping onto the counter and onto the counter before him. Denny found himself laughing yet again as he did this. He didn't know why, but everything just seemed so funny at the moment.

Remembering that he hadn't answered Riza's question, Denny turned to Riza and nodded slowly. Denny almost regretted it as his head started to spin and he got a slightly sick feeling. Falling to the side a little Denny gripped on to a chair he was standing by and decided to slide himself onto it, hoping that sitting would help his the new sick feeling go away. "I waz dun fin' 'till now," Denny slurred as he tried to calm his stomach. Looking at the girl that was still on the other side of the counter, He smiled weakly and said, "Da got sum water?" He hoped that would help. He wasn't sure if it would though. He thought he was getting overheated or something. there was no way he was drunk though. Nope! No possible way that he was drunk.

[Irony]

Irony smiled at Denny when he asked for the water, she looked over at the guys telling them there was no danger. She watched as Denny floundered sorta like a fish out of water. Apparently he could not hold his liquor. She poured him a nice tall glass of warm water, cold water would weight down in his stomach, she added a little peppermint in hopes it would help sooth his stomach. She placed the glass near him.

"On the house for the two of you, not often military make their ways here. I would have to say, you've brightened my day in a way, was a little boring here," she said calmly. She moved away for a moment to serve some other customers. One of whom tried flirting with her, she quickly gave him a look and he moved his way off. His drink in his hand. She moved back over to where Riza and Denny where.

[Riza Hawkeye]

Well, she certainly wasn't going to find out if the rumors about the place were true now; she was recognized as being military as well and the bartender have even mentioned it. "I'm glad we were here to be somewhat interesting," she replied in a pleasant tone that belied the irritation she kept from her features, then turned to look to Denny.

Well, he certainly was three sheets to the wind at this point, flushed but growing more green by the moment. "Denny, how much have you had to drink?" she asked gently, noting that his face was not only red but a bit bruised from his impact with the chair. Either he'd had a great deal or this was his first time indulging in this fashion. Given his lifestyle the latter wasn't so hard to imagine. "And if I can be so rude as to ask, what brought you to this state?"

Riza was a person who trusted her instincts- and for now they said this situation was safe enough, and that perhaps telling his story would cause Brosh to let go of it a little, preventing such a situation again. He was generally far too polite to say anything untoward about anyone, but perhaps the only good side-effect of the liquor she could smell on him was a loosening of his tongue in a safe way.

[Denny Brosh]

"tunk ya," Denny said to the girl as she placed the tall glass of water before him. He had noticed that she had put something a little extra, but he didn't think he need worry about poison after what she had said. Something about them being in the military and things on the house. Wait, there were things on the house? Denny thought to himself as he looked around the bar wondering what was on the house. The bar seemed to be nice and clean. It didn't look like anything was on it. Or maybe it was on it somewhere outside? That was possible. Not that it really mattered. Why was he even thinking about it if it didn't matter? Denny shrugged as he turned his attention back to his drink.

Reaching for the glass of water, Denny missed the first time but gripped ahold of it the second time around. Lifting the drink to his lips, Denny almost choked on the liquid as he tasted something minty. He hadn't been expecting that. Denny pulled the drink away from his lips and looked at it with a quirked eyebrow. "'s Diffren..." Denny said as he continued to sway a little bit. Denny just shrugged again as he went back to drinking the liquid in the glass. It didn't taste bad so why worry about it? He had tasted worse things before and he would prefer not to think of what those worse things were.

Denny heard Riza's voice and turned to her almost instantly. She seemed to be staring at him and he just stared right back for a couple of minutes. Then he remembered that he had asked him how many drinks he had had and he smiled as he lifted the glass in his hand and slurred, "'s would b' ma' secund dink." Denny said as he lifted up the glass to show to her, but as he did this, the glass slipped from his grip and crashed into the floor. He looked at the floor and blinked a couple of times before he looked back up and said, "How di' tha' happen? A little pout came across his lips. He thought he had had a good grip on the glass. What has happened?

It was as he thought this that he remembered the other question that she had asked. What had lead him to this state? He thought about his for a moment then said, "Was walkin' dan ta road 'n wos deprised sa walk in a bar 'n orgured u dink. Thn stard to fel funna 'n cam h're." Denny's speech sounded weird in his own ears, but he ignored it. So he had a bit of a speech impediment and the makings of the stomach flu. Everyone had their bad days. But he didn't really see this as a bad day. He was actually enjoying himself a little.

[Irony]

Irony smiled slightly as she watched the scene. He seemed to be an easy to get drunk person, unfortunate for him. Maybe he would come back a later date when he wanted to taste some lighter liquors, he smelled sorta like a highly alcoholic drink her overpricing competitors where making. She did not need to over price her costumers, they bought more then enough and seemed to like the fact this was a clean almost honorable bar. She would need to remember to leave 'warning' for her competitors.

She really did hate it when people acted like the competitors. She sighed. "Seems he hit up the wrong bar first, must of lost a pretty penny on that drink, they where stingy with the vodka too," she said as she cleaned the counter. She heard a crash and looked up to see the glass had fallen from his hand. She sighed slightly, she motioned to the wolf chimera bouncer. He quickly moved to the scene and had it cleaned up very quickly. He made his way back to his seat.

She would have to purchase some more glasses soon. But that was just some of the fun of being manager of a nice bar. She wasnt stingy on the liquor, or trying to pull the wool over peoples eyes. Although the name was a bit strange they where a highly recommendable bar. She made her way back to Riza. "I don't suppose you came here for a reason, Im sure its not for him," she said. This soldier, Riza if she remembered correct seemed like the type to seek out info.

[Riza Hawkeye]

Well, Brosh was certainly no drinker, that much was evident. With a small sigh Riza watched the continued mess with a tolerant eye; after all, everyone knew how down he'd been of late and if this was the one way to raise his morale, so be it. If she could get him to talk about it that would be for the best, perhaps give the poor man another outlet on which to vent. Though she hadn't asked him to stumble in here drunk and senseless she now had a responsibility toward seeing him through it, no matter where that would end. Riza was never one to give up on her responsibilities, whether they'd been something she would have chosen or not, and this was at least a small thing. It was unlikely she'd have to shoot anyone in the space of the evening at this rate- another bonus.

The girl tending the bar asked her a question and Hawkeye raised a quizzical brow, wondering why the girl was making such assumptions about her person- but in any case, no reason to start lying now. "No, he had nothing to do with it- I had no idea my friend here was even out until he fell through the doors," she told the girl honestly, going no further than that. Brosh was pretty much still lying across a bar stool and mourning the water he'd just been given; well, another glass could only do him more good. "I think another glass of what you gave him before may be a good idea- though something less likely to shatter may be a good idea as well."

Leaning a bit closer she rested her hand on Denny's shoulder to lightly call his attention and hopefully bring him back into a cheerful temperament. He was already drunk, no reason to waste the euphoria of it. "Denny, if you keep that up you're going to fall down again. Now, what exactly are you depressed about, and are you sure you only had one drink?"