maskormenacelogs | [open] While I light a fire in your new shoes

WHO: Roy Mustang, Kazu, ANYONE WHO WANTS TO BE THERE
WHERE: Il Fiammegiante Ragozzo
WHEN: Earlier in September
WHAT: TEENAGERS
WARNINGS: attempted underage drinking.

[Anyone walking along Heropa's main drag will notice a small commotion centered around the entrance to one of the clubs. There's a man—Roy Mustang, not very intimidating height-wise but he's got that aura of command about him that make the onlookers keep a respectful distance. He's holding a short blond by the scruff of his shirt, clearly just having bodily dragged him out of the establishment. They're in the middle of the argument.]

YOU CAN'T KICK ME OUT. I HAVE AN ID! [That's Kazu, ineffectually squirming in Roy's grip.]

[And Roy, unimpressed:] Your ID says you're twenty-six, six foot and bearded. Nice try. Whatever you paid for that piece of crap was too much.

I SHAVED THE BEARD and uh. Had. Surgery —No! it's, my power I can, uh—

Save it, [Roy says firmly.] This is no place for twelve year olds. Come back in a few years.

I'm seventeen!

[After that little outburst the two stare at each other for a beat, both digesting how badly Kazu just screwed himself. Roy lets Kazu go. Kazu mutters a curse under his breath.]

Come back in a year, then. [Roy clears his throat and then addresses the crowd:] Show's over! Clear out.

[The crowd breaks away, some casting sympathetic noises at Kazu, others chortling over Roy and making salacious comments about order and discipline. Roy rolls his eyes, cheeks going faintly pink.

Now would be a good time to intervene on the poor blond's behalf. Otherwise, you can catch Kazu slinking off into the night or Roy, heading back in to his bartending job.]