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

[psyvampexperiment]

"Oh, I wouldn't be above a little friendly rivalry, though I'd prefer if I was the one on the receiving end of the snarling, though I doubt I wouldn't be able to shift it onto me," Sariel replies. "It can be fun to play a bit with the superiority of another, in a friendly way, I'm no stranger to that."

[snapcrackleburn]

"I'm not sure if Squalo does friendly rivalries. You'd have to meet him and find out yourself. If your cellist doesn't like conflict, it's best you keep them apart."

[psyvampexperiment]

"Ahhhh, one of the fiercely competitive types. I think I may have met him once: rather a defensive type, at least when it comes to his, hmmm, social agenda," he says. "I didn't seek to offend him, but I spotted him having a meal al fresco with a friend of his, and when I complimented them on how charming it looked, he fairly bit my head off."

[snapcrackleburn]

"If he had long white hair and talks like he's shouting to someone across a football field, then we're likely thinking of the same person. I'm sorry if he offended you. He's difficult to predict. Or keep in line." Roy shakes his head. He sleeps with his door locked for a reason.

The tattoo artist can't help but give a little giggle at the subject.

[psyvampexperiment]

"Mmm, that was he, going by the description," the pale gent replies. "Dare I say, it affected my first impression of him, though he probably cares little about that, but still, it's water under the bridge now."

He might smirk a bit at the tattoo artist's reaction, his good eye crinkling.

[snapcrackleburn]

"The rest of the band makes up for him, honestly. If he give you trouble tattle on him to Genos or our manager, Kid. That's really the best way to stop Squalo problems quickly."

[psyvampexperiment]

"That's good to know: every group has its outliers, and I can't hold his snappiness against the rest of your company," he says, gracefully. "But, I appreciate the tip: I've had to resort to ratting out a troublemaker by appealing to a higher authority before in my time. Translation: I had a pesky elder brother and nothing short of Having Words With The Parental Units would have any results at times," he says, with an almost conspiratorial smirk.

[snapcrackleburn]

Roy bobs his head up and down. "Some bullies and taunters don't know when to stop. Better to nullify them quick before they do something they'll regret." He shakes a little with laughter and sits still again at the artist's firm touch on his arm. "If you understand what I mean."

[psyvampexperiment]

"Mmmm, best to draw the line in the sand as soon as possible, otherwise they'll think that they can get away with anything and everything," he says. Something might flicker in his good eye, a moment of confusion and puzzlement, as if he's just thought of something or remembered some past experience, but it flickers away. Something about a sword, someone threatening him with one... then it passes, perhaps something he only dreamt, or saw in a movie.