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]

"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.