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Day 26: Best Friend

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It was late, or early depending on one’s perspective on the matter, and sleep was nothing short of elusive with thoughts of Mustang roaming the fort unattended trapezing about her mind.

In short order, she was in civilian clothes and heading for the carport to be driven into town.

The officers on duty didn’t ask questions, just did as she ordered like the good soldiers she knew they were.

“Go inspect the MP office,” she ordered, pretending not to see the way he looked at the dingy pub she’d directed him to stop at.

She watched the rear lights disappear around a corner before entering The Young Yeti. Raucous laughter greeted her as she swung open the creaky door. Bells chimed, somehow audible over the noise of the room, and a group of men throwing darts took note of her entrance. A deep breath of the rowdy atmosphere raised her mood as she sauntered to an empty bar stool.

The barkeep gave her a wry smile. “Haven’t seen you here in a while, General, the usual?” she asked, already sliding a shot of vodka to her, while filling a mug in her other hand with the house beer.

Olivier threw her had back and downed the tasteless liquid in response. She grinned as her throat heated—a welcome sensation against the cold that managed to sneak through her layers of wool.

“Tough day?” a familiar voice asked.

Blonde hair flew over her shoulder as she whipped around to find Buccaneer seating himself on the stool to her right.

“Shouldn’t you be resting,” she snapped, accepting the beer the barkeep replaced the empty shot glass with.

“I thought we were testing my limits,” he replied, ignoring the icy glare she was giving him.

“This isn’t the battlefield,” she argued.

His rebuttal sounded in the form of a chuckle, and he requested a glass of sake.

“He’s recently out of surgery, no alcohol for him,” Olivier told her.

“It’s not for me, Ami,” he explained to the barkeep, earning a suspicious look from Olivier.

“I was under the impression we were to save the hazing rites of new recruits for you,” he elaborated with a mischievous smirk.

“You know me too well,” she all but cackled, turning to scan the crowd for the unfortunate soul.

Having acquisitioned the means to start the hazing ritual, Buccaneer maneuvered Olivier through the maze of filled tables to a corner near a pool table where a frightened looking redhead sat by himself.

“You can pretend he’s Mustang,” Buccaneer suggested

Olivier’s eyes widened for a moment at the fact that he knew the real reason for her visit to the bar, but she covered her surprise with a laugh. “I’m not that cruel,” she argued.

Buccaneer didn’t bother with a reply, but watched with amusement as the officer recognized his general and jumped off the stool to full attention, hand poised in a salute.

“No need for formalities when I’m in civilian clothes,” she said, waving Buccaneer forward. “Let’s have a few drinks, get to know each other,” she suggested, taking a seat opposite the man.

"We'll be best friends by the end of the night," Buccaneer added as he placed the drink in front of the now relaxed soldier.

"Best friends," Olivier echoed, putting one what she knew was her sweetest smile.

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A.N.- I figured If I'm putting Mustang in here, I might as well give Olivier her hazing rites she was so excited about a few chapters back XD Thanks for reading! Sake...Japanese Sake is a rice wine, with alcohol content between 17-20 percent, which usually is watered down to 15 percent when bottled. 5/28 - Edited a few mistakes, thanks for the heads up Dai!

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