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“Mustang… mustang… mustang.” Each time she said his name she just laughed a little, feeling more tears on her cheeks. She knew the name. She knew the name well. From the papers, from appearances, from rumors and gossip. He was a much higher rank than her and she knew she’d get in trouble with the military if he decided to tell someone about her actions this night. She just kept crying and laughing. “Address, yes.” She spoke the numbers and street lane carefully and slowly and deliberately.
She didn’t fight though when he helped her up, she was too tired fight, too cloudy to fight. “Thank you Mustang…” She leaned a head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes closed so that the room wouldn’t spin anymore.
Roy nodded, helping her out of the bar. He considered simply carrying her, but she could walk well enough with support. He held her tightly, doing his best to keep her from falling. When they (finally) reached the sidewalk, he searched the rather bare streets for a cab.
After about two minutes of waiting, one finally appeared, and Roy called it over and opened the door, thanking the cabbie. “Alright, in you go,” he muttered, practically pouring the woman in the seat. Buckling her in, he shut the door and entered on the other side. It took him a moment to remember, but he repeated her address to the driver.
The alcohol kept working its way through her system. It was making her more sick and more inhibited Maybe she just wanted to purge everything that was on her mind. When she was buckled in she thanked him, leaning her hair back on the seat of the taxi. “Do you have family Mustang?” She asked, staring at him with glazed over eyes. “I have family. I have a mom who’s sick and a dad who’s losing his mind and two siblings.” She babbled. She wasn’t totally sure if they were coming out as words but they were words in her mind. “I can count on my hands the times I’ve seen then in ten years. Ten long years.”
Roy just nodded as she rambled on, for once not knowing what to say. Well, he understood why she went out to drink. Right now, he was just here to listen and support (quite literally). The thought of Calling Maes when he got home crossed his mind, but he realized that he might not be going home for a while. This woman, whose name he didn't even know, seemed like she would need help even after getting home--she could barely walk, and who knows what would happen if he left her alone?
