Title: No Reservations
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Anthony Bourdain crossover
Summery: Tony’s travels lead him to the city of Dublith, and to a certain homunculus’ pub.
I got the idea a while ago, and it really pieced together yesterday on the train home from NYC. It would have been art, but I can't draw for shit. Painfully unbetaed.
“I’ve got one of those’, the stranger gestured to the serpent inked hand of the man behind the counter before draining his glass, “Malasia. Beautiful scenery. Great food. Where’s yours from?”
The barkeeper shrugged, “You know, I’ve had it forever, I’m not very sure,” he refilled the glass from the bottle, some brand of whiskey he’d forgotten the Nest still even carried, “What were you doing in Malasia?”
“Just visiting, documenting the local cuisine,” Another drink from the glass, “You could say I’m a bit of a foodie. Wouldn’t be my only vice, but it’s definitely one of my favorites,” He looked back up, eyes meeting the barkeep’s familiar lenses. “What about you? You look like a man with vices of your own.”
The barkeep grinned, “Oh, nothing much,” he mentally noted how much better a Gluttony this man would make, “You could say I’m bit of a collector.”