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Summary: Gary and Matsumoto have a beer.
Notes: Written for F!S Fic Requests. Link lost; posted.
“A-aah!” Matsumoto slammed down her bottle cheerfully. “That was good!” She giggled, fanning herself at her flushed face. The remnants of the other bottles piled up around her. It was said that she could drink a small sea of alcohol—and that night, it seemed that she aimed to prove herself capable of an ocean.
“This is a great place,” Gray said, taking another swag. Too drunk to apparently notice his own small pile of bottles, he waved the barkeeper for another. “Great place.”
“It is,” she said.
They sat in the companionship that can only be found when drunk.
“So what’s your name?”
“Matsumoto. Isn’t it pretty?” She gave a loud sigh in happiness.
“Yeah,” he said. “Mine’s Gray. Nice to meet you.” He removed his shoes as if to welcome her.
“Work’s been so hard,” she cooed, lowering the front of her uniform even more and exposing so much skin that heads snapped to take a good look. Nobody looked at Gray. “My cute little captain keeps on giving me so much paperwork.” Here she pouted.
At the time, both were consuming a large amount of alcohol at a worrisome rate, and seemed to be shedding more and more clothes as the time continued, oblivious to the odd looks from the other customers.
“I’ve been trying to find work,” Gray said, waving for another. He did not seem to notice that he was taking off his shirt at the same time. “But all the good jobs have been taken.” His face darkened. “By that stupid Natsu.”
“Natsu?” Matsumoto blinked before taking another swig. “Like noodles?”
The connection between the dragon-loser to noodles seemed to make perfect sense to Gray. “Yeah,” he grumbled, “Except worse.” Another swig. “This is a great place.”
“That’s terrible,” she said. She raised her leg a little higher, her uniform sliding off to show a scandalous amount of leg.
“So what do you do?” he asked, raising his cup a little higher. Now he was losing his shorts to the ground as well. “An office job?”
“I’m a shinigami,” she said. “Look, look, I have a tattoo.” She pulled down her uniform even obscenely lower, her uniform still managing to stick to her skin by some magic. But she pouted as she attempted to find her tattoo of the flower of the tenth division.
“Oh, I see,” Gray said. “I have some tattoos too.”
“Oh, I see,” Matsumoto said. “They’re very nice.” Now her shoulders were bare, and most of her back, but she only drank more alcohol as if it made the world better. “What do you do?”
“I’m a mage,” he said. “Part of a guild. Fairy Tail.” He pointed to himself proudly. “See, that’s the sign.” He took an even deeper drink. “This is a great place.”
“Ohh,” she said admirably. “So Natsu’s a friend?”
Gray scrunched his face. The word seemed too complicated for him in his drunken stupor. “Maybe,” he finally decided. “But more like my enemy.” Satisfied, he took another deep drink.
“Ohhhhh,” she said with understanding. “I work with my friends, too. Except it’s complicated with one of them. Because he’s not my friend anymore. But I think he is.”
“Yeah,” Gray said, slowly shedding his boxers unconsciously. “It’s a good place to work.”
“It is,” she said, beaming. “It’s the best place.”
They were both about to take another drink when the door smashed open.
“Matsumoto!” The short boy with cold eyes strode forward deliberately. “Where have you been? You should be working now, not drinking. It’s getting late.”
“Aw, my cute little captain is picking me up,” she cooed, pulling him to her breasts. He waved his hands frantically, trying to pry himself away from the death grip, but she only smuggled him closer.
“Let—let me go! Let me go! This is-this goes against regulations—your uniform is falling off—your uniform--!”
Gray chuckled. Such youth. He took another drink before he realized that an even more dangerous force stood behind him. He choked on his drink.
“I will give you,” Erza said, her voice cool and controlled, “five seconds to put your clothes back on and get out of here.” She had already switched to armor mode. “Five.”
He was already running out the door, pulling his pants back on, before she had even reached three. With approval, she watched him peer back inside worriedly.
“It’s annoying to pick them up all the time,” Hitsugaya grumbled, his face bright red, even for his naturally cool temperature.
“At least we know where they are.” Erza sighed. “And they don’t even remember each other.”
Hitsugaya grunted, peeking to ensure that Matsumoto was well-dressed.
“At least,” she said, turning to leave, “It’s a good place.”
-8/21/08
Notes: Written for F!S Fic Requests. Link lost; posted.
“A-aah!” Matsumoto slammed down her bottle cheerfully. “That was good!” She giggled, fanning herself at her flushed face. The remnants of the other bottles piled up around her. It was said that she could drink a small sea of alcohol—and that night, it seemed that she aimed to prove herself capable of an ocean.
“This is a great place,” Gray said, taking another swag. Too drunk to apparently notice his own small pile of bottles, he waved the barkeeper for another. “Great place.”
“It is,” she said.
They sat in the companionship that can only be found when drunk.
“So what’s your name?”
“Matsumoto. Isn’t it pretty?” She gave a loud sigh in happiness.
“Yeah,” he said. “Mine’s Gray. Nice to meet you.” He removed his shoes as if to welcome her.
“Work’s been so hard,” she cooed, lowering the front of her uniform even more and exposing so much skin that heads snapped to take a good look. Nobody looked at Gray. “My cute little captain keeps on giving me so much paperwork.” Here she pouted.
At the time, both were consuming a large amount of alcohol at a worrisome rate, and seemed to be shedding more and more clothes as the time continued, oblivious to the odd looks from the other customers.
“I’ve been trying to find work,” Gray said, waving for another. He did not seem to notice that he was taking off his shirt at the same time. “But all the good jobs have been taken.” His face darkened. “By that stupid Natsu.”
“Natsu?” Matsumoto blinked before taking another swig. “Like noodles?”
The connection between the dragon-loser to noodles seemed to make perfect sense to Gray. “Yeah,” he grumbled, “Except worse.” Another swig. “This is a great place.”
“That’s terrible,” she said. She raised her leg a little higher, her uniform sliding off to show a scandalous amount of leg.
“So what do you do?” he asked, raising his cup a little higher. Now he was losing his shorts to the ground as well. “An office job?”
“I’m a shinigami,” she said. “Look, look, I have a tattoo.” She pulled down her uniform even obscenely lower, her uniform still managing to stick to her skin by some magic. But she pouted as she attempted to find her tattoo of the flower of the tenth division.
“Oh, I see,” Gray said. “I have some tattoos too.”
“Oh, I see,” Matsumoto said. “They’re very nice.” Now her shoulders were bare, and most of her back, but she only drank more alcohol as if it made the world better. “What do you do?”
“I’m a mage,” he said. “Part of a guild. Fairy Tail.” He pointed to himself proudly. “See, that’s the sign.” He took an even deeper drink. “This is a great place.”
“Ohh,” she said admirably. “So Natsu’s a friend?”
Gray scrunched his face. The word seemed too complicated for him in his drunken stupor. “Maybe,” he finally decided. “But more like my enemy.” Satisfied, he took another deep drink.
“Ohhhhh,” she said with understanding. “I work with my friends, too. Except it’s complicated with one of them. Because he’s not my friend anymore. But I think he is.”
“Yeah,” Gray said, slowly shedding his boxers unconsciously. “It’s a good place to work.”
“It is,” she said, beaming. “It’s the best place.”
They were both about to take another drink when the door smashed open.
“Matsumoto!” The short boy with cold eyes strode forward deliberately. “Where have you been? You should be working now, not drinking. It’s getting late.”
“Aw, my cute little captain is picking me up,” she cooed, pulling him to her breasts. He waved his hands frantically, trying to pry himself away from the death grip, but she only smuggled him closer.
“Let—let me go! Let me go! This is-this goes against regulations—your uniform is falling off—your uniform--!”
Gray chuckled. Such youth. He took another drink before he realized that an even more dangerous force stood behind him. He choked on his drink.
“I will give you,” Erza said, her voice cool and controlled, “five seconds to put your clothes back on and get out of here.” She had already switched to armor mode. “Five.”
He was already running out the door, pulling his pants back on, before she had even reached three. With approval, she watched him peer back inside worriedly.
“It’s annoying to pick them up all the time,” Hitsugaya grumbled, his face bright red, even for his naturally cool temperature.
“At least we know where they are.” Erza sighed. “And they don’t even remember each other.”
Hitsugaya grunted, peeking to ensure that Matsumoto was well-dressed.
“At least,” she said, turning to leave, “It’s a good place.”
-8/21/08