Roy Mustang's Guide to Social Drinking
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envious_musesOkay, finally, something ALL-NEW! It's not great, but at least now I've got Roy back, I can maybe get back to work on a couple others that need him around.
Title: Roy Mustang's Guide to Social Drinking
Rating: G
Word count: 480
Notes: under-the-radar angst, not movie compatible
Summary: Like every rule in Mustang's life, there were exceptions.
Roy Mustang drank gin, straight up. Usually. Like every other rule in his life, there are exceptions. Very structured exceptions. Exceptions that are themselves rules, in a way. The fact that he drinks gin at all is somewhat surprising as he despises the very taste of it. Maes Hughes, now, stood by the fact that no evening was complete without a gin and tonic. He had introduced Roy to them. Roy had promptly gone back to drinking his brandy without giving the gin and tonic another thought.
He actually preferred not to drink anything with alcohol in it at most times, appreciating the need for a clear head in most situations. What he drank, when, and with whom were all very important decisions. A slip-up could be extremely costly.
Brandy was his drink of choice at dinners of state and such. One could not help but look distinguished with a snifter of cognac, for example. Brandy was a drink for those of status.
Wine was only for certain occasions. He spared no expense for the wine on his dates. The best white when fish was fashionable, the perfect red for delicate after-dinner conversation. He had become known in certain circles as something of a connoisseur, knowing the perfect wine for all occasions. Roy Mustang was nothing if not prepared.
Vodka was a drink when you wanted to forget. Hughes had taught him that as well. There had been no vodka in Ishbal. The exception to the vodka exception was when he entertained privately. He had been told he mixed an excellent dry martini with vodka. He never bothered to explain why he refused to use gin. It was chocked up to a matter of taste.
Beer was common, a drink not usually enjoyed by those on the road to be fuhrer. Roy had however, on occasion, been known to go out and have a beer or two with some of his more loyal followers. At the worst of times, it allowed for a moment of relaxation. At the best, he could enjoy watching the lieutenants drink Fullmetal under the table. He enjoyed sitting back, nursing a beer, and noting the interactions. He always noted that while he would drink other things, Fullmetal preferred whiskey. He pretended not to remember that whiskey had been the first drink he had purchased for Fullmetal when he came of age.
But gin… gin was a drink to drink out of the bottle while staring into the flames of a fire, sitting in a chair, letting the memories drain away as the bottle emptied. Gin was a drink for solitude and remembrance. It was an indulgence of his, perhaps, or a search for forgiveness. Roy Mustang drank gin, though it was a well-known secret that he despised the taste of it. So much so, in fact, that he refused to even touch gin and tonic.
Title: Roy Mustang's Guide to Social Drinking
Rating: G
Word count: 480
Notes: under-the-radar angst, not movie compatible
Summary: Like every rule in Mustang's life, there were exceptions.
Roy Mustang drank gin, straight up. Usually. Like every other rule in his life, there are exceptions. Very structured exceptions. Exceptions that are themselves rules, in a way. The fact that he drinks gin at all is somewhat surprising as he despises the very taste of it. Maes Hughes, now, stood by the fact that no evening was complete without a gin and tonic. He had introduced Roy to them. Roy had promptly gone back to drinking his brandy without giving the gin and tonic another thought.
He actually preferred not to drink anything with alcohol in it at most times, appreciating the need for a clear head in most situations. What he drank, when, and with whom were all very important decisions. A slip-up could be extremely costly.
Brandy was his drink of choice at dinners of state and such. One could not help but look distinguished with a snifter of cognac, for example. Brandy was a drink for those of status.
Wine was only for certain occasions. He spared no expense for the wine on his dates. The best white when fish was fashionable, the perfect red for delicate after-dinner conversation. He had become known in certain circles as something of a connoisseur, knowing the perfect wine for all occasions. Roy Mustang was nothing if not prepared.
Vodka was a drink when you wanted to forget. Hughes had taught him that as well. There had been no vodka in Ishbal. The exception to the vodka exception was when he entertained privately. He had been told he mixed an excellent dry martini with vodka. He never bothered to explain why he refused to use gin. It was chocked up to a matter of taste.
Beer was common, a drink not usually enjoyed by those on the road to be fuhrer. Roy had however, on occasion, been known to go out and have a beer or two with some of his more loyal followers. At the worst of times, it allowed for a moment of relaxation. At the best, he could enjoy watching the lieutenants drink Fullmetal under the table. He enjoyed sitting back, nursing a beer, and noting the interactions. He always noted that while he would drink other things, Fullmetal preferred whiskey. He pretended not to remember that whiskey had been the first drink he had purchased for Fullmetal when he came of age.
But gin… gin was a drink to drink out of the bottle while staring into the flames of a fire, sitting in a chair, letting the memories drain away as the bottle emptied. Gin was a drink for solitude and remembrance. It was an indulgence of his, perhaps, or a search for forgiveness. Roy Mustang drank gin, though it was a well-known secret that he despised the taste of it. So much so, in fact, that he refused to even touch gin and tonic.
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Date: 2006-02-02 12:12 am (UTC)So....wheee! Me likes.
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Date: 2006-02-02 03:01 am (UTC)