fandomhighdorms | Victory Party in the Common Room

Sakura took this moment to fully notice that yes, Edward's arm was made entirely of metal. She tilted her head a little, trying not to stare. She smiled some at the mention of goo in the joints of said metal arm, unsure of who this 'Winry' was, but not feeling in a place to ask. If she was going to beat him with a wrench, she figured she probably didn't want to know anyway.

She pushed off the wall and ambled somewhat awkwardly over to the back of the couch to lean on it as opposed to the wall, standing a foot or so away from him. "Everyone seems to have gotten out all right," she mentioned, eyes traveling to the trim framing the room at the base of the walls. "Medusa came and helped everyone out through the window in groups, and those who stayed behind waited for the water to cool down to leave."

Edward blinked at her in confusion. "Wait, *water*? In the library?"

She blinked at him.

"Yeah, the entire first floor flooded with boiling water to flush out the zombies." She wrinkled her nose a little. "It smelled positively acrid... I imagine they'll be serving Zombie Stew in the cafeteria for weeks."

She squinted again at the glass in his hand a moment before gesturing to it. She'd never really had any sort of alcohol, but felt inclined to try it after tonight. "Where'd you get that?"

"I... think I'm glad I missed that." Edward drained the last of his glass. "There's an open bar. What do you want, I can get it while I grab s'more."

Sakura's face slackened a bit. "Erm..." Her eyes slid toward the ceiling, and she toed the carpet a bit. "...I know nothing about alcohol, what's good?"

She idly found herself very glad her older brother wasn't at this school and she hadn't seen Yukito recently. Touya would surely have her head if he caught her drinking at a party...

"Mm, lots of stuff." Edward thought for a moment. "Although, most of it tastes better the more of it you drink. I like just about anything ~~except Absolut vodka, don't ask~~, this is a rum and coke, for example. I like mixing my drinks to dilute them, takes you longer to get drunk."

Sakura nodded. You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Sakura. One part of her mind scolded. She stared at Edward a moment, and entirely disregarded the voice.

"Well I'm open to try just about anything right now," she said, pushing off the couch and standing mostly on one foot. "...So I'll come with you, and you tell me what to get?" She made a shrugging motion with her arms.

"Sure thing!" Edward wound his way over to the open bar and proceeded to mix himself another rum and coke (more rum than coke, again). "Hm," he considered after a moment. "Do you like fruity drinks?"

Sakura watched him mix his own drink, scrutinizing and taking mental notes that some part of her mind told her she'd forget by the end of the evening. She lifted a bottle of some kind of liquor, scanning the label and setting it back down. "I won't say I don't," she said, grinning. "I have no experience whatsoever in drinking."

He rooted around in a tub of ice, finally pulling out a single-serving sized bottle. "You might like this, then ... it's a fruit-flavored vodka drink. Tastes kinda like those flavored juice packets you probably had as a kid. Only with a bit of a kick." He smiled at her.

Sakura raised her eyebrows. "I can handle that," I think. She took the bottle from him and glanced at the label, then pulled her necklace out from beneath the collar of her shirt. Using it like a bottle opener, she popped the cap off the bottle -- and it flung itself at Edward. Yelping, she reached after it a second to late, and it smacked him in the forhead.

O____O;; "I'm sorry..." Still, she couldn't help but laugh. Pursing her lips with a nervous chuckle, she eyed the bottle again and sniffed at it. It certainly smelled good... Shrugging, she took a sip.

Pulling it away from her lips, she raised her eyebrows and smiled at the bottle. "Hey wow, this stuff is pretty good!"

Edward's eyes completely crossed when the cap smacked him in the forehead. "Hey! Ow!" He rubbed his forehead for a second then laughed. The alcohol was already taking its toll.

"That stuff's quite tasty," Edward acknowledged. "C'mon," he grabbed her arm and tugged her towards one of the many couches in the common room. "Let's quit blockin' the bar."

Sakura laughed again, apologizing for the disobedient bottle cap a second time. She scratched the back of her neck meekly, having not meant for it to fly astray. ~~For that matter, she hadn't meant for it to fly at all...~~

"It is," she agreed. With a squeak, she stumbled after him a moment before regaining her equilibrium. She'd have to remember not to let zombies catch her by the ankles anymore.

Edward plopped himself on one of the many couches, taking a long sip of his drink. "So, how long do you think it'll be until something else life-threateningly crazy will happen in this loony bin?"

Sakura perched herself on the arm of the couch, kicking her shoes off and setting her sock-clad feet on the couch, closer to Ed than the rest of her body was.

"I've no clue," she mused, eyeing the icebin where Ed had retrieved her bottled drink from, having finished it by now. "But if it ends up as successful as this did, I guess it wouldn't be that awful." She pursed her lips. "Hang on, I'ma go get another one of those drink things." She slid off the arm of the couch and to the bar, digging into the previously mentioned icebin to extract another bottle. She then wandered back to the couch, sitting on it for a moment before sliding off the arm -- purposely -- and onto the cushions. "I promise I won't hit you in the head with the cap this time." She snickered, unearthing her necklace again to use as a bottle opener.

Edward nods thoughtfully, watching her carefully. He had the feeling that even if he tried to dodge he wouldn't make it if the bottle cap came flying at him, but dammit, he was going to try.

Fortuantely for him, the bottle cap did not wing itself at his forehead. "I'm really impressed by how many people here have battle experience of any kind," he muttered, glancing around. "Although, I do know now that I'm terrified of some of the teachers. And the librian is a loony, but a really cool sword-swinging loony."

Sipping at her second drink, -- these things were good! -- Sakura turned to look at him.

"Yeah, I'm kind of surprised, too. I enrolled here thinking it'd be a normal school -- pshh, I was wrong." She snickered. "So far I've been lucky enough to have more dealings with wierd students and rabid books--" she nudged him with her elbow "--than any teachers. Although Jareth is still pretty strange." She then laughed at him for calling the librarian a sword-swinging loony. "Edward, are you drunk?" she asked, grinning and trying not to crack up.

"Pssh, normal school. I haven' been in a normal school in... a lon' time." Edward waved his automail hand. "I knew this place was bizarre if Mustang was sending me here, but I 'ad no idea the place was this flippin' insane." He shrugged.

Then he looked slightly offended. "Me, drunk? Not yet, I'm not! ~~But I'm well on my way!~~"

Sakura snickered and tapped the bottom of her bottle against his metal hand, as if in a toast. "And insane is putting it mildly. I've dealt with some unusual things, but I've never had to aid in a fight against zombies. Much less on school grounds."

She raised her eyebrows, still grinning. "Oh? You're losing consonants."

"You're hallucinatin'" Ed grinned. "'m not losin' consonants." He yawned a little, then scowled. "'m not tired, either."

Edward sank a little further into the couch. "'S been quite th' weekend. At least we got t'morrow off too."

Sakura smiled and polished off her second drink. Glancing at the back of the couch, she promptly yanked a blanket that was laying there off it and tossed it over him.

"Go to sleep," she leaned away a little, leaning back on the arm of the couch. "You've done more zombie-killing than I have, you should be tired." She grinned somewhat cattishly at him. "And I'm not hallucinating, either." she added, fixing him with a marginally pouty glare. She set her empty bottle just beside the arm of the couch on the floor so it was out of the way of people's feet.

"Mm." Edward leaned back into the other armrest, scooting around to get comfortable. "'ll have you know, 'm not drunk. 'm tipsy." He grins a bit, but it's wobbly.

Sakura raised her eyebrows, mouth forming a little 'o' shape. "I see," she said, still grinning at him. "I'll remember that." She poked his foot with her own, pointedly. "Now sleep, you. I'd send you back to your dorm, but I don't trust you to get there without falling." She was clearly enjoying teasing him far too much.

"'m not tired," Edward complained at her. He made a face >.< face at her. "You're not my mom, you ..." he trailed off, and frowned. Then he shook his head once. "...nev'rmind."

Sakura just closed her eyes, nodding. The grin never left her face. "Whatever you say, Ed." Her face sobered a bit when he complained about her not being his mother, but she still smiled. If nothing else, she shared the common ground of being mother-less at a young age with Edward. Not that they knew that about one another. "I still say you should sleep." And she left it at that.

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