Warnings: Drinkin' and sexin', although there is only drinkin' in this chapter.
Length: 12 pages on Word
Blurb: She wasn't used to people without blockades. It was unnerving, and she'd never been quick enough on her feet to prepare herself for him.
A/N: It occurred to me that I put this up in my fiction journal and didn't post it around LJ. This is the first chapter in my epilogue/sequel to The Alchemologist--I've been threatening to do it for quite some time now. You'll find out what Winry's been up to in the subsequent year, where Alphonse is in all this, and what exactly Edward's friggin' problem was a year ago when he bailed on Winry like an asshole.
The Existentialist, Chapter I