[Glass after glass, drink after drink. Late nights weren't unfamiliar for the bar in question and it was a busy one as always. As more flooded in, trickling from back-alleys and abandoned street corners. There was a mixed crowd at the head of the bar, pouring over their collective drinks; making an intelligible mutter hang in the air like the stale-stink of smoke that clung there.]
[And, as always, he was there to greet them.]
[Greed pitched a cloth into a deep glass, rubbing at it absently. He had been talking to someone else when a voice came through like a gunshot. Aiming for an intended target and his attentions were found easily. "You hirin' for anything?" The Sin paused, swiping a cat-calling grin right up his face.]
That depends - [A heavy dip of the eyebrow fell under his shades and Greed placed the mug onto the bar with a heavy thud. He nodded off to someone around back; a shorter man with a spiked-back haircut to match his own.] - but that isn't how it usually works, Chief.
[It was a silent exchange. Between himself and the other; two fingers held high, a beckoning motion forward. And they switched places - his partner taking the head and Greed slipped behind his bar. Trailing the length before slinking out the small-mouthed opening.]
Why don't we do this a little more privately. After all, there's a few things you should probably know. [Between the drafty curtains and the numerously-crooked hallways, there were eyes. Flicking as the would-be boss gave the signal. With a shrug of his shoulders and a toss of the hand, making his fingers spiral out one by one.]
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[And, as always, he was there to greet them.]
[Greed pitched a cloth into a deep glass, rubbing at it absently. He had been talking to someone else when a voice came through like a gunshot. Aiming for an intended target and his attentions were found easily. "You hirin' for anything?" The Sin paused, swiping a cat-calling grin right up his face.]
That depends - [A heavy dip of the eyebrow fell under his shades and Greed placed the mug onto the bar with a heavy thud. He nodded off to someone around back; a shorter man with a spiked-back haircut to match his own.] - but that isn't how it usually works, Chief.
[It was a silent exchange. Between himself and the other; two fingers held high, a beckoning motion forward. And they switched places - his partner taking the head and Greed slipped behind his bar. Trailing the length before slinking out the small-mouthed opening.]
Why don't we do this a little more privately. After all, there's a few things you should probably know. [Between the drafty curtains and the numerously-crooked hallways, there were eyes. Flicking as the would-be boss gave the signal. With a shrug of his shoulders and a toss of the hand, making his fingers spiral out one by one.]