A Bit Drunk

"You're too unsure for me to risk it, we're going to my room." He said with a roll of his eyes as he walked to the end of the hall and stopped in front of Room 9; before he unlocked it with his key and threw the Colonel unceremoniously onto the couch, while he shifted back into himself and closed his door, locking it behind him, "I'll go get you some water, stay here."
He then walked into the kitchen attached to them room.

Tobi looked around the door. Has he been sober, he would have remarked that he had expected to see bras strewn across the floor, but his sarcastic mind wasn't working quite right. He sat up on the couch, blinking a few times at his new surroundings.

"Yes, Tobi, it's my dorm room and unlike yours it's clean." Al said with a smirk as he sat on the coffee table in front of Tobi and handed him the plastic cup of water -he didn't trust the man with a glass- before he sipped at his own glass of orange juice.

Tobi's hands shook as he downed the cup of water. "Dorm is very pretty clean thank ya," He said with a hiccup.

"Er, yeah... well, you can sleep on the couch since I'm not giving up my bed for you, if you're desperate you can sleep with me, but don't think it as an invitation, since knowing you you'd just sleep wherever you wanted and not let me have a say." The boy said as he stood and stretched a bit, before turning around and looking at the clock, "Hm, it's five minutes past midnight..."

As soon as Al stood up, Tobi sprawled out on the couch. He sighed. He wasn't looking forward to tomorrow's hangover in the slightest.

"The couch it is, see you in the morning, drunkard." Al said with a smirk as he went and climbed in the bed that was in the same room, since it was just a dorm room, after all. He then crashed out, completely exhausted from his day's work...
--MORNING--
Al couldn't help but yawn as he cracked his eyes open... he had a feeling it was going to be a weird-ass day and he didn't know why.

Tobi was still woke up with a groan. His head hurt and he didn't want to get out of bed. Shit, I have work today. Ugh, screw it. I'm skipping. He sat up and immediately laid back down due to the lightheaded dizzy feeling. "Oh, shit," He muttered. Blinking a few times, he puked on Al's couch. ...He's gonna kill me for that later. Oh, well.

Al bolted right up at the sound of Tobi waking up, and turned to see puke on his cuch, making his eye twitch. In his annoyance, a small ball materialized in his hand and he threw it at Tobi's head, hitting him in the back of it.
"You're cleaning that up, genius."

Tobi groaned. "Not a chance," He muttered. "I can't even sit up straight right now, unless you want me to do it again. Stupid hangover."

"Ugh, fine," He said in an exasperated voice as he materialized a small hand-vacuum and sucked up as much of the vomit as possible, before throwing the thing in the trash, "You're hopeless. I'll get you some water..."
He then went off to fetch some water like the good little housewife -insert angry Al here- he was.

Tobi groaned again and took the water, downing it quickly. "Where's your phone?" He muttered, "I'm calling into work sick."

"Then do so for me as well, you look like you can barely move without a massive headache kicking in." Envy said in a matter-of-fact voice as he picked up his mobile and handed it to Tobi.

Tobi chuckled slightly. "Got that right, Wonderbra," He muttered as he slowly dialed the number for work. "Uh, hello, this is Colonel Tobi Mustang," He said weakly. He paused, listening to the other person speak. "I know I'm late for work. That's what I was calling about...I can't make it today." Another pause. "No, I'm sick." He blinked. "No, Colonel Elric won't be there either. Yeah. Bye." He gave Al a relieved look. "I thought that guy was gonna kill me," He muttered, shaking his head.

"I have a feeling it was the guy I tripped in the hallway not so long ago..." Al said with a light shudder before taking the phone back and putting it on the counter, "So, is there anything your hangover-suffering ass needs?"

Tobi grinned. "Maybe." He considered Al's question. "Yeah. I'm going to need three strippers, a Tylenol, and a box of condoms." He chuckled. "Or just the Tylenol."

"Uh... I'll just get you some panadol." Envy said with a sigh as he left the room, only to come back moments later with two small pills and a cup of water. He set them on the table and smirked, "Good for headaches."

Tobi looked suspiciously at Al. "How do I know you're not trying to poison me, Wonderbra?"

"I've still got use fr you yet, jackass, since you owe me for helping you with paperwork."

Tobi shrugged and took the pills. "Alright. But if I die, I'm coming back to haunt your girly ass."

"Yeah, and then your doing my paperwork." Al said with a grin, before snapping his fingers, "Oh, I forgot to tell you I'm no longer a state alchemist, I'm just plain old Colonel Envy from now on, or Colonel Al, your choice."

Tobi raised an eyebrow. "Really? Why is that?"

"Made a deal with Truth to bring back someone dear to me, now I can't do alchemy and if I die 19 more times, I die for real, I can't regenerate lives either..." Al sighed, before shrugging, "Oh well, I've only gotta be careful, that's all~"

Tobi nodded. "Yeah...okay. So...19 more times, eh? Lucky. I'm gone if I die once."

"Hey, at least you can do alchemy. My techniques are up to mid-range at best, you can do long range easy."