Oh snap!

[snapcrackleburn]

Who: Roy Mustang, Jecht, YOU?
What: Drunk tattoo time!
When: Feb 8
Where: Various locations around the city. Depends on the prompt.
Warnings: Poor decision making? Mention of previous abuse.


Drunken Tattoo Contemplation- CLOSED, FOR JECHT

Roy's wounds from his imprisonment and torture at Santiago's command were almost out of sight. The worst of his bruises were fading now and easily covered with make up. For Pride that meant no more waiting. Mustang could do some actual good for the company by making money with that soon to be released album of his, and Kid showed up early in the morning to interrupt breakfast and bother Roy (and Genos?) with news of his now crammed schedule. Talk shows, photo shoots, radio shows, etc. all of it crammed into the week through Valentine's and to be done with good behavior.

As if Roy was going to be on his best behavior when he was so angry still. Between Santiago, what he had been forced to watch happen to his fellow prisoners, the words of the ghosts about Pride, and terrible nightmares about violence and war, he needed a drink.

That evening in the MANTICORE penthouse, Roy was pouring himself another drink and staring at his schedule for the next day. A photo shoot, really? It's hard to look attractive when you've been scowling at the thought of a tyrannical music label for the past week straight. That's when a thought crosses his mind.

"I should get a tattoo of the Pride logo on fire." That might make the people up top squirm.

Getting Inked Up- OPEN

He's doing this. He's actually crazy enough, angry enough, and drunk enough to do this. Roy is sitting in the chair at the tattoo parlor and trying to concentrate on the pictures mounted on the walls and the people walking by the window outside instead of the pain in his arm as the artist works.

Roy had chosen something much more sentimental and mushy than his earlier ideas or Jecht's suggestions. If anyone in the parlor pauses to look or if someone squints through the window they might catch on that a name is being printed on his arm. It's the title of his upcoming album Elizabeth. Looks like it's going to turn out fancy judging by the sketch. There... might be a flower with it.

Nothing can stop him now! No regrets! Right?

Comments

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"To hell with that." Jecht slapped his hands down on the back of Roy's chair, leaning over to look at -- hey, those aren't tat designs. Just a boring schedule. "Stick to just flames. Goes better with your style."

[snapcrackleburn]

"Just flames alone? Nothing burning? I dunno the tattoo might not be as impressive when people see it next to the real thing- and they will. You know they will," he says it with a laugh as he takes another swig of the strong drink in his glass.

"What was your first tattoo?"

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"The big one, of course." Jecht threw his chest out and slammed a fist into the center of the design. "Didn't get it all at once, though. Spread it out a bit. You don't start like that though. Get something on your arm or shoulder."

[snapcrackleburn]

"The arm certainly is a nice location to show off the results isn't it?" Roy nods his heavy head to himself. "Arm. Sounds good. I have to pick something classy. I don't want to wake up tomorrow with something crude or unsightly on my arm. And then there are infection warnings. -Hey is are there any highly rated tattoo parlors in the area? No rock star should just settle for the first artist he finds online."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Yeah, hold on, gimme a sec." Jecht headed for the hallway, raising his voice to keep the conversation going. Man had a set of lungs like you wouldn't believe. "I'm tellin' ya, get some flames on your arm, then pull back your sleeve when you play!"

[snapcrackleburn]

"Pulling up my sleeve might be difficult in some of those leather jackets they're putting me in. We're both thinking upper arm right?" Like he needs Jecht's permission to decide between areas of the arm to ink. Er- well second opinions are also important and he has had a large number of refills from the liquor bottle.

"I don't know. Flames don't sound that fun to me. It's what everyone expects. This won't be like a symbol I show off to everyone wherever I go. I should pick something surprising or... at least something that makes me happy when I'm alone looking in the mirror. As much as I play with fire, it's not the most sentimental thing to me."

As he rambles he sets his glass down and picks it up again several times, like a game.

"What kind of tattoos do women like?"

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"We'll shred the sleeve!" A printer whirred to life under the sound of Jecht's bellowing. "Then we'll spin it like you got so ripped from your playing that it just burst! Come on, don't go down some weird route!"

Back the drummer came, a piece of paper with a list of tattoo places on it thrust out towards Roy. "I mean what kind of a question is that, what do women like.... Women are people too, dumbass, they like different stuff."

[snapcrackleburn]

"I know, I know. Of course they do. That was a stupid question." He runs a hand over his face. Man he is drunk! He probably shouldn't drink another sip or he won't be able to actually go anywhere.

"Some guys get tattoos for their mothers or their wives you know? They do it to honor someone." He puts his glass down on the counter loudly and raises a finger. "I want to wake up with more than a drunk tattoo. I wanna have a meaningful tattoo. Like. Elizabeth!" By now Jecht has likely heard the whole spiel about Roy's muse and how he nicknamed her Elizabeth.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"You and that muse, man!" Groaning, Jecht dropped his head to one hand. "You're more in love with that fictional chick than most guys are with their real ones. I'm telling you, you want to not attract women, getting a tattoo of some other girl's name is the best way to do it!"

[snapcrackleburn]

Jecht is... logically correct (on both points) but- BUT-!

Roy folds his arms. "What if I named my muse after a real woman who looks and acts just like her?"

Which came first? The muse that looks like the woman or the woman that looks like the muse?

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Then you're in creepy stalker mode." Without looking, Jecht threw a light jab at Roy's shoulder. "You gonna tell me you've been dreaming about this chick for years or something?"

[snapcrackleburn]

"It feels like I've known her for years." He tries to justify himself but when he steps back and looks at his situation it really does make him seem like a stalker or at least a weirdo. Oops.

"Hey, you haven't been giving Genos slack for his Hero."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"He ain't got it burned into him. Besides, I give him shit over his eyes." And if Jecht had heard enough about said Hero, he would be giving Genos the same spiel.

[snapcrackleburn]

"Well. If any one asks, my first solo album is named Elizabeth so I think most people wouldn't blink an eye." He's trying to stay optimistic here. Honestly he's already attached to the idea.

"It can be my celebratory marking of a successful first step towards making it big." Does that sound better?

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Groaning, Jecht dropped his head to a hand. "As a friend, a bandmate, and a mentor to a young kid like you, I take it as a personal failure that I ain't gettin' through to you how lame this is."

[snapcrackleburn]

Roy hangs his head. "I know I sound crazy. But... It can't just be me and Genos. Haven't you had visions of people who feel real to you? Friends or lovers maybe, who make you feel strongly even if you're not sure who or what they really are?"

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Sure, I had some crazy dreams," Jecht said with a broad shrug. "How about the one where I flooded a whole city somehow? Or the one where I was playing some underwater ball game for like fifteen minutes straight. You don't see ME sticking my head in a pool till I pass out."

[snapcrackleburn]

"It doesn't make you at least want to swim? Don't tell me you don't look at the ocean and decide you'll pass on the opportunity every time after you've had those dreams."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Ha!" Jecht stabbed a finger at Roy, as if he'd found a damning flaw in the argument. "I ALWAYS want to swim! Dreams got nothing to do with it!"

[snapcrackleburn]

"So you do have a desire for it. Genos and I just happen to feel like people are missing from our lives rather than a large body of water." Does that make any more sense?

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"It -- you're twisting my words, man. I like to swim, sometimes I have weird dreams about it. It ain't the same." Seriously, how obvious could he make it?

[snapcrackleburn]

Roy blinks a few times. Okay when he replays that in his head it sounds very different from his own situation. Jecht didn't want to grab the ocean by it's sandy shore and kiss its salty waves. -Which is a funny thing to imagine, which gets Roy laughing.

"Ah ah yeah you're right," he admits and he knocks back some more of his drink. "The ocean isn't a lady. I'm crazy... Crazy in love!" He adds with a loud laugh.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Also drunk," Jecht noted without any real censure. If that's the worst Roy was doing to himself, they're all good. "Look, you want to go down the crazy route, I can't stop you, but I'm telling you now it's a bad deal."

[snapcrackleburn]

"Thank you for your concern Jecht. You are a very good band mate." Such a generalized compliment but he's too drunk for beautiful speeches like he normally might get into.

"Now if I could combine your fire idea with my idea to get something real deep I'd be set." He looks around the room. "Don't tell the others I'm considering this. I don't know if Kid would approve so I don't want him finding out until the deed has already been done."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Heh, you ain't kiddin. On your head and all that, but I swear to secrecy on my honor as a drummer." Jecht raised his hand solemnly, or as solemn as he could be to someone this off his ass in booze.