*My first AU story. Please bear with me.*
Ed stared at his reflection and glared. He reached up with a towel, about to wipe the offending muck away from his face.
"Don't, Ed," his little brother, Al, said as he walked into the room. "You promised Winry."
"How was I supposed to know that her school was full of sickos who wanted a Boys-as-Girls-and-Girls-as-Boys party? I never would have agreed if I knew I'd have to wear a dress."
"You look pretty though."
Ed didn't know whether to be flattered or offended. He looked at himself in the full-body mirror. His short blonde hair was spiked up in the back with gel in a girlish fashion. He had make-up on his face, courtesy of the girl next door. He wore a short black and red sleeveless dress that began and ended in frills. Winry had wanted him to wear heels, but his feet were too big so he wore a pair of black wedge boots.
He looked HOT! I would totally date me, he thought.
"I do NOT look pretty," he complained, thought he knew he did.
Al giggled and shook his head. "Why don't you do a spin, Ed?" he asked. "And make a cute face."
Ed rolled his eyes and did as he brother asked. When he stopped he put on a sweet smile before suddenly seeing a flash. Al laughed and took off running with his camera. Ed growled and ran after him. "You get back here with that, Al! I'll kill you!"
"Yeah, that'll make me want to stop running away."
Ed stood with Winry at the door to the dance. He handed the boy his ticket, trying to ignore the way he ogled him. Winry was wearing a typical black tux with a dark red tie to match Ed's dress. Ed followed her in and grimaced. He was the only good looking guy-girl there. All the other guys looked awkward in their dresses and tripped in their heels. Their make-up looked like a three-year-old had done it.
No one seemed to care, and suddenly, Ed realized something horrible. He was SUPPOSED to look dreadful! It was a joke dance! His face turned red when he realized he'd taken the dress-code to seriously and actually came looking decent.
Winry chuckled and tugged on his arm, leading him towards the refreshment table. "I was going to tell you, but you looked so pretty, Ed. I'm sorry. If it's any consolation, you look better than half the girls here would have if they'd been the ones wearing dresses."
"Yes, that makes me feel better. I'm the prettiest person at the dance. Fantastic..."
Winry giggled and poured us both a cup of punch. She handed him a cupcake. "Then just do what we girls do when we're upset. Eat."
Ed took the cupcake without hesitation and shoved it in his mouth. He swallowed and made a face. "This tastes horrible."
"So? It's not about the taste. It's about the way it makes you feel. How does it make you feel?"
"Like this place needs some better tasting food."
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine. I should have known you'd never get the concept of binge eating."
"Of course I wouldn't. I'm a guy!"
She took my hand again and lead me out to the dance floor. It was a little weird to have her leading, but he tried to go with the flow. He stepped on her toes a few times, making her wince. They were about the same height (much to his displeasure) so it wasn't too awkward, but the other couples were having a tough time.
"Let's go get our picture taken!" Winry suddenly exclaimed happily, pulling Ed towards the photography area.
Ed groaned. "Not more pictures!"
When the dance was finally over, he couldn't have been more relieved. He'd spent most of the night either convincing people that he wasn't breaking dress-code and he was, in fact, a guy or fending off requests to dance with badly dressed boys in dresses.
After he'd dropped Winry off at home, he went out to a bar, not bothering to change. He had a fake license and, since they were more concerned about the fact he was a boy dressed like a girl, no one really questioned his age.
He ordered something strong, trying to forget about the horrid night he'd just had. He could hold his drinks pretty well so he downed it and ordered another.
"Hey pretty lady," he man said as he sat down beside Ed.
Ed looked at him. He was a good looking guy. Black hair and deep eyes, but Ed wasn't drunk enough to even consider going home with a guy just yet. "Back off, pretty boy," he hissed. "Wait a couple more drinks and then see how I feel about you."
"You're a dude?" Tall-Dark-and-Handsome was quiet for a moment before chuckling. "Kinky."
"It's not my fault," he said. "My best friend from, like, forever," he downed his drink and the bartender refilled it. "... needed a date to this Gender Bender dance." He took the shot again before slamming it on the table. He wasn't even buzzed yet. "More," he called to the tender.
The man laughed. "You're a funny little dude."
Ed's eyes turned red with anger. "Who are you calling little!" he asked, loudly. "Maybe you're just tall!"
The man was surprised by the outburst but then smirked. "Oooh, a soft spot, huh? You're cute when you're fired up."
Ed drank his next shot and sighed. "Don't flirt with me. I don't even know your name. I'm guessing it's something masculine sounding, like Doug or Travis."
"Roy, actually. Roy Mustang."
"And I bet yours is very soft sounding, like Cole or Sam."
"Hey! It's Edward! That's a very manly name!"
Roy rolled his eyes. "Too bad it doesn't quite fit the body, then huh?" Ed growled angrily but took another shot. He was starting to feel the effects. Every now and then, if he moved too fast, he would feel a little light headed. It got worse the more he drank. Roy chuckled again and suddenly Ed found it very sexy. "What do you think about me now, Mr. Don't-Bother-Me-Till-I'm-Drunk?"
Ed looked at him. He stared at him hard before smirking lazily. "You're hot," he said, dragging out the 'o' a little. "You can take me home now if you want."