Ficlet - The Morning After
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cornerofmadnessThe Morning After
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - not mine, all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating - PG-13
Timeline- Post series
Pairing - Roy/Riza
Summary - He has just the thing to cure her
Author's Note - while technically a stand alone, this can be considered a sequel tobob_fish's Everyone's a Critic (Bob_fish dared me to write it)
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His overly full bladder screamed until Roy woke up. He rolled out of bed on unsteady legs, taking a few shuffling steps in the dark until he slammed into the wall. Roy leaned against it, wondering where in the hell he was. His whereabouts trickled past the whisper of a hangover behind his eyes: in a spare room in his mother's home. Feeling along the wall, he found the door without needing to flip on the light and waking Riza.
The call of nature heeded, Roy realized the darkness was mostly from the drawn heavy curtains in the bedroom. The sun shone through the bathroom window and he could hear someone moving about downstairs. Roy crept back into the bedroom. Sitting up against the headboard, Riza clutched a sheet around her.
Roy was used to drinking. His headache was already fading and, now that the just-awaken bleariness had worn off, he didn't feel particularly tired either. Riza, on the other hand, had one foot in the grave. The dark bags under her eyes stood out starkly against her green-grey fish-belly skin. He could feel her pain in his own head and could imagine how much nausea had to be roiling in her belly. He wondered if every part of her body ached.
Roy sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on her thigh. "You okay?"
Her bloodshot eyes raked over him. "Do you know you're naked?" she asked in return.
"Found that out when I got to the bathroom. My head is a little fuzzy." Roy squeezed her leg gently. "You look awful."
"Good, it matches how I feel." Riza let the sheet slip enough that Roy could see she was also naked. He hoped they hadn't done anything too stupid while drunk. "How did you and Maes always drink so much and survive? I think I'm going to be sick."
Roy found her robe on the dresser and pulled it around Riza's shoulders. She shrugged it on as she headed for the bathroom. Roy dressed quickly and laid out some clothes for her. She didn't speak once she returned, simply dressed, pulling on each article of clothing as if it weighed as much as Alphonse's armor once had.
"Are you feeling up to going downstairs?" He brushed her hair back out of her face and she winced like even her hair hurt.
"Would hiding up here protect me from your loud family?"
"I doubt it. I can make you something for your hangover," he promised. "And I'll try to ward off the family but you know how well they listen to me."
Roy slipped an arm around Riza, leading her downstairs. The place was blissfully empty except for his mother sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee. Christmas merely cocked up an eyebrow at the sight of Riza.
"I'd offer you some coffee, Riza, but I doubt it would agree with you," Chris said.
Riza slumped at the table. "No doubts about it."
"I'm going to make her a Suffering Bastard ," Roy said, going into the icebox. "I'm hungry. Is there something to eat?"
Chris smiled. "About time you found an appetite. You take care of Riza. I'll cook you something. How about an egg sandwich?"
"With bacon?" He brightened up, finding ginger ale. "Ooo, and cheese and mayonnaise."
His mother's lips twisted into a frown. "You'll die of a heart attack before you make Fuhrer. I'll make it but only because you're too skinny."
"Is the special ingredient for my hangover cure still where it always is?"
"No one else will touch it, so yes," Chris said, getting out a wire basket filled with eggs.
Roy scampered off, hearing Riza asking what the ingredient was. He knew Christmas wouldn't tell her. It was a Xingese hangover powder that his real mother's best friend told him about when he was a teen. Roy liked adding it to a Suffering Bastard for extra relief. He found the powder then got a glass. He poured in a dash of bitters and one part each bourbon and gin. Going back into the kitchen, he filled the rest of the glass with ginger ale.
The room smelled deliciously of frying eggs but the scent didn't seem to be doing Riza any favors. Roy poured the powder into the drink and stirred. He set the glass in front of Riza, sitting next to her to await his sandwich. "Go ahead, it'll make you feel better."
"Ginger ale on its own might have done that. What did you stir into this?" Riza's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Something that'll help and a little of the hair of the dog while I was at it. Without the Xingese powder, this makes a good drink on its own," Roy protested.
Riza sipped it tentatively then downed the glass in a few long swallows as Chris put the sandwich in front of Roy. He bit into the sandwich, gooey cheese and mayonnaise dripping from it. The bacon crunched in his mouth, mixing with the sweet yolk. Too bad Riza couldn't enjoy this.
"Is it working?" he asked around a mouthful of sandwich.
Riza touched her abdomen. "My belly does feel a bit better but not my head."
"I'll get you some headache powder," Chris said, heading for the door. "You should go back up to bed, Riza."
"Good idea." Riza pointed to the glass. "Now, I drank it, so what was that powder."
"Medicine," Roy replied elusively.
Riza turned her gaze to Christmas. The older woman shrugged. "Dried, powdered bull penis," she said, disappearing out the door.
Huge brown eyes stared at Roy in horror. He took another delectable bite of egg before answering her horrified expression. "It's making you feel better so don't complain."
"Bull penis!" Riza put a hand to her ears, trying to shield herself from the loudness of her own voice. "Roy, the next time, you're going to face your family all on your own. I'm not doing this again."
Roy pouted, not entirely sure how this was all his fault.
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Author's Note- The Suffering Bastard is a real hangover cure (and a mixed drink) in it's own right. Roy made it according to recipe (minus the special ingredient) I can't swear to its effectiveness. Also, the Xingese powder is in fact an Italian hangover cure. I think I'll pass.
Author -
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer - not mine, all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating - PG-13
Timeline- Post series
Pairing - Roy/Riza
Summary - He has just the thing to cure her
Author's Note - while technically a stand alone, this can be considered a sequel to
bob_fish's Everyone's a Critic (Bob_fish dared me to write it)* * *
His overly full bladder screamed until Roy woke up. He rolled out of bed on unsteady legs, taking a few shuffling steps in the dark until he slammed into the wall. Roy leaned against it, wondering where in the hell he was. His whereabouts trickled past the whisper of a hangover behind his eyes: in a spare room in his mother's home. Feeling along the wall, he found the door without needing to flip on the light and waking Riza.
The call of nature heeded, Roy realized the darkness was mostly from the drawn heavy curtains in the bedroom. The sun shone through the bathroom window and he could hear someone moving about downstairs. Roy crept back into the bedroom. Sitting up against the headboard, Riza clutched a sheet around her.
Roy was used to drinking. His headache was already fading and, now that the just-awaken bleariness had worn off, he didn't feel particularly tired either. Riza, on the other hand, had one foot in the grave. The dark bags under her eyes stood out starkly against her green-grey fish-belly skin. He could feel her pain in his own head and could imagine how much nausea had to be roiling in her belly. He wondered if every part of her body ached.
Roy sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on her thigh. "You okay?"
Her bloodshot eyes raked over him. "Do you know you're naked?" she asked in return.
"Found that out when I got to the bathroom. My head is a little fuzzy." Roy squeezed her leg gently. "You look awful."
"Good, it matches how I feel." Riza let the sheet slip enough that Roy could see she was also naked. He hoped they hadn't done anything too stupid while drunk. "How did you and Maes always drink so much and survive? I think I'm going to be sick."
Roy found her robe on the dresser and pulled it around Riza's shoulders. She shrugged it on as she headed for the bathroom. Roy dressed quickly and laid out some clothes for her. She didn't speak once she returned, simply dressed, pulling on each article of clothing as if it weighed as much as Alphonse's armor once had.
"Are you feeling up to going downstairs?" He brushed her hair back out of her face and she winced like even her hair hurt.
"Would hiding up here protect me from your loud family?"
"I doubt it. I can make you something for your hangover," he promised. "And I'll try to ward off the family but you know how well they listen to me."
Roy slipped an arm around Riza, leading her downstairs. The place was blissfully empty except for his mother sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee. Christmas merely cocked up an eyebrow at the sight of Riza.
"I'd offer you some coffee, Riza, but I doubt it would agree with you," Chris said.
Riza slumped at the table. "No doubts about it."
"I'm going to make her a Suffering Bastard ," Roy said, going into the icebox. "I'm hungry. Is there something to eat?"
Chris smiled. "About time you found an appetite. You take care of Riza. I'll cook you something. How about an egg sandwich?"
"With bacon?" He brightened up, finding ginger ale. "Ooo, and cheese and mayonnaise."
His mother's lips twisted into a frown. "You'll die of a heart attack before you make Fuhrer. I'll make it but only because you're too skinny."
"Is the special ingredient for my hangover cure still where it always is?"
"No one else will touch it, so yes," Chris said, getting out a wire basket filled with eggs.
Roy scampered off, hearing Riza asking what the ingredient was. He knew Christmas wouldn't tell her. It was a Xingese hangover powder that his real mother's best friend told him about when he was a teen. Roy liked adding it to a Suffering Bastard for extra relief. He found the powder then got a glass. He poured in a dash of bitters and one part each bourbon and gin. Going back into the kitchen, he filled the rest of the glass with ginger ale.
The room smelled deliciously of frying eggs but the scent didn't seem to be doing Riza any favors. Roy poured the powder into the drink and stirred. He set the glass in front of Riza, sitting next to her to await his sandwich. "Go ahead, it'll make you feel better."
"Ginger ale on its own might have done that. What did you stir into this?" Riza's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Something that'll help and a little of the hair of the dog while I was at it. Without the Xingese powder, this makes a good drink on its own," Roy protested.
Riza sipped it tentatively then downed the glass in a few long swallows as Chris put the sandwich in front of Roy. He bit into the sandwich, gooey cheese and mayonnaise dripping from it. The bacon crunched in his mouth, mixing with the sweet yolk. Too bad Riza couldn't enjoy this.
"Is it working?" he asked around a mouthful of sandwich.
Riza touched her abdomen. "My belly does feel a bit better but not my head."
"I'll get you some headache powder," Chris said, heading for the door. "You should go back up to bed, Riza."
"Good idea." Riza pointed to the glass. "Now, I drank it, so what was that powder."
"Medicine," Roy replied elusively.
Riza turned her gaze to Christmas. The older woman shrugged. "Dried, powdered bull penis," she said, disappearing out the door.
Huge brown eyes stared at Roy in horror. He took another delectable bite of egg before answering her horrified expression. "It's making you feel better so don't complain."
"Bull penis!" Riza put a hand to her ears, trying to shield herself from the loudness of her own voice. "Roy, the next time, you're going to face your family all on your own. I'm not doing this again."
Roy pouted, not entirely sure how this was all his fault.
* * *
Author's Note- The Suffering Bastard is a real hangover cure (and a mixed drink) in it's own right. Roy made it according to recipe (minus the special ingredient) I can't swear to its effectiveness. Also, the Xingese powder is in fact an Italian hangover cure. I think I'll pass.
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Date: 2009-12-30 05:37 pm (UTC)Now I want the fic that preceded this one, but followed Bob's. Why are they both naked? *evil grin*
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Date: 2009-12-31 02:20 am (UTC)Feel free to write the torrid story of why they're both naked. I did note that Riza does not appear particularly surprised by this turn of events. XDXD
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Date: 2009-12-31 06:02 am (UTC)I'll have to post the torrid thing elsewhere
Riza probably figured they're staying at neutral ground, the love making could be on the horizon and packed accordingly
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Date: 2009-12-31 08:26 am (UTC)Ha at the last comment.
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Date: 2009-12-31 02:51 pm (UTC)I love it on TV shows when the guy's got the sheet down to his waist, post-coitally, but the girl has it clamped under her armpits as if she's desperate for him not to glimpse a boob ... or she's wearing a sexy bra during the act. I totally get why actresses themselves might get annoyed at being expected to show boob, but the censoring does lead to some funny stuff.
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Date: 2009-12-31 03:48 pm (UTC)but you're so right the tv
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Date: 2009-12-30 06:30 pm (UTC)Riza isn't having a good day
thanks
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Date: 2010-01-01 08:55 pm (UTC)thanks
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Date: 2010-01-02 06:07 pm (UTC)thanks
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