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I imagine this to be when Gray and Cana are teens- not too young for Cana to have started drinking, but young enough that Gray is still working on his improvising skills with Ice Make magic. Decide their ages here for yourself. :)

Cana's forehead pinched and throbbed as a flying shoe careened through her glass. It was the last glass Mira was going to allow her for the day, since three had already been broken due to Cana's own sour mood. On top of that, the Master had been on a really annoying kick lately of trying to cure her of this so-called 'underage drinking problem,' so he'd cut her off from ordering any more ale. "Too young, my ass," she muttered. More likely, he just wanted to make sure there was enough left for himself until the next shipment came in.

"Gray!" Cana shouted over the din of the weekly brawl, started this time by Macao and Wakaba.

Fortunately, she knew by a divination where he kept his stash of whiskey, and that he was currently busy outside the guild. (She'd filled her glass – the one that just got smashed—from this stash earlier in the day.) Unfortunately, he kept it in a cabinet that received direct sunlight at this time of the afternoon, so it would be hot.

Gray waited till after he landed his punch. "What!" he shouted back, not even looking in her direction.

"Make me a shot glass!"

The ice user turned an incredulous stare in her direction. After a second, he looked like he was about to say something, but he got tackled by Alzack.

Cana sighed and waved her hand as if he'd won an argument. "Fine, make yourself one too. I'll share, dammit."

Gray freed himself from the brief tangle and stood at the edge of the fray. He planted his feet and began to twist his body. "Ice Make…Shot-" but he was interrupted by a flock of Reedus' painted doves flying at him in a dive-bomb formation. "Shot-gun!" he finished.

What appeared in his hands, though, was neither a gun nor a glass. He ended up with an ice-sculpture that was a cross between the two—a rod made of large cylinders, each of which was slightly tapered but solid throughout, and all fused together in a shape somewhat reminiscent of a rifle.

A few people paused to look at his creation and chuckle, and once he got over his own surprise, he swung it by what would be the firing end to hit the paint creations with the butt end as they swooped at him. One by one they exploded in little splashes of white. Gray shook his head at the odd instrument in his hands, dropped it with a "thud" where he stood, and stepped over it to join Cana.

"Um, so, you can make a shot-glass, right?" she asked with an arched look and an amused twitch of her mouth.

Gray made a show of looking away from her, as if the question was too stupid to even acknowledge. "Where's your booze?"

This time it was Cana's turn to scowl. "Follow me," she nearly growled as she grabbed him by the wrist. He took one last glance at the fight, then at his awkward log-like creation beginning to melt on the floor, and let her drag him from the room.

I've only recently discovered GrayXCana fics, and the idea is growing on me. I really like just plain friendship moments, though, so for now, this is not a shipping on my part. (Read it as you choose, though, of course.)

As I said in the story description, I am planning to do some more moments for this collection that do not involve Gray. He just happens to be my favorite. I am open to suggestions/prompts as well, but reserve the right to put off writing them until I feel inspired.

Let me know what you think!