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[ SO. After a little something happened, Verosika took it upon herself to do the adult thing and get absolutely plastered. So, should he pick up, he'll be treated to booming music and her chugging the last of the contents of her flask before slamming it down on the bar top. Judging by the small army of empty shot glasses stacked up on the bar next to her, she's been at this awhile.
She squints her eyes, lips twisting up into a familiar smile. ]
You're missing a hell of an afterparty.
[ Some close talker dips into the frame, trying to lean his head against her shoulder so she scowls and shoves him off his bar stool. Not tonight, Satan! Once that's said and done, she looks back down at her phone. She's swaying a tad but the most noticeable thing is the telltale signs that she's been crying. Holding up two fingers, she's given two more shots. ]
Commitment is overrated, wouldn't you say, Greed?
[ She laughs but there's no humor behind it, then slams both shots. ]
If I'd figured that out sooner, I wouldn't have this fucking tattoo. [ But a second later, she's grinning into the phone. Okay, so she might be beyond plastered. ]
[He's at his usual (working on the 'Nest, fixing up some details, counting out the inventory for opening day) when the phone goes off. It lights up like a signal in the gloom. Someone, somewhere, is trying to reach him.]
[What he doesn't expect is Verosika. Verosika looking like a night of celebration quickly turned the tables on her and beat her right down into the curb.]
[Greed flips the video on. Behind him, the iron bars of Kamora's fighting cage look like a prison in neglect. Pecks of rust bite along the metal, making flakes of crude paint curl back and break when he rests his elbow on them.] Sorry, had a bit of business to take care of, lovely. Nothing against the party, but you know how things go.
[Without his sunglasses, his eyes are open and naked to the phone's onslaught. Moreso, they're honest. He doesn't hide how he's looking at the shots as they pile up. But it could be nothing. It could just be her having a good time. However, as he squints, the telltale signs of a worse-case scenario begin to become more and more clear.]
[Greed pushes himself off the cage, causing it rattle lonely behind him.] Can't say you're wrong, but - [He grabs his vest off a folding chair as he passes it by - his claws clipping the fur collar as gentle as a parental crocodile.] - ehh. Just never seen the point of it. The mortal lot get so caught up in the idea. Marriage, starting a family, having only one person forever. Kind of seems like a waste, doesn't it?
[Ah, then there's that. His tattoo came with his making - he didn't have a choice. But hers was a decision. Something to remember a sweet lover by, to mark her, to close the deal and seal it.]
[The thing about sweet lovers, though: they're sweet until they're not. Those whispered words, kind promises, tender moments, eventually rotting into nothing. Or worse, biting back and cutting deep enough that they leave an unwanted memory.]
[Greed dips his head under a doorframe and heads into an empty hallway.] Don't sell yourself so short. [The bulbs in the basement throw him in a low light and every shadow robs his face, turning his eyes red then back again as he slinks on through.] Some people just don't know what they're missing.
[He gets to the foot of the stairs and pauses.] Where are ya? The places around here charge too much for absolute dog shit. Not that I can blame them. [The Sin's lip teases a smile, though faint.] I'll bring you here. We aren't open, so we'll just count it as a write off.
[His new accountant is probably going to kill him just for that. But it doesn't matter. At the end of the day, the 'Nest is his. His kingdom, his turf.]
[And he'll wear the crown in every which way he pleases.]
[ She has to laugh at that as she drags her fingertips through her hair, flipping it haphazardly over her shoulder. Obviously, she didn't call him to drag him down, so she forces herself to play the happy-go-lucky card. ]
All work and no play, Greed. But I understand. Are you building a dungeon I don't know about it? Could be fun unless you're into dropping safe words. That could get boring fast.
[ Ha! This time when she reaches out, there's a soft clatter as she bumps the shot glass tower, and it comes crashing down. Thankfully nothing breaks but she seems to be amused by it. ] Marriage and family are a joke, what kinda person would settle down with a succubus? It's literally my job to make people horny, isn't that a deal breaker topside? What a fucking hassle.
Considering he's sucking dick now; I don't think he's missing anything I have to offer. [ Surprisingly there's very little bitterness there, he is free to screw who or whatever he wants. It's not the fact that they're not together anymore that bothers her, it's the way he went about ending things. ]
Aw, are you gonna come save me? [ The feed gets a little wobbly as she slides out of her seat and walks (read: stumbles) towards the exit. Once she's outside, she pans up to show him the name of the bar. Likely one of this Hell's biggest shitholes but the drinks were cheap, not that she's had to pay for anything tonight, and it was close to the hotel. With a groan, she leans back against the wall outside the door, flashing him her best smile. ]
Your boss could have your ass for that, maybe I should put in a good word.
[Greed takes the stairs, his smile as sharp as ever.] Now, who said anything about no play? What, you don't think I've just been down here the whole time, do you? C'mon, you should know me better than that. [At the top of the stairs, he blindly snags something off the wall, making it rattle and chime.] And no, that's for Kamora and Fight Night. Needed to make sure some stupid asshole doesn't break through it and cost me.
[The 'Nest is a mess of rooms and hallways. Graffiti lines either side of him as he walks on through; the signatures old, smeared, and semi-peeling.] Succubus or not, doesn't matter. People get weird about all sorts of shit like that. Why have one when you can have 'em all, right? [He slides into the main bar and his hands wander to pick up a matchbox.] People hold too much back that way. And I've seen too many get bitter about it over the years.
[And bitter is not a sin for him. Save that for Envy or Wrath.]
[Greed clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek, making it pop.] Ah, well. He doesn't know what he's missing. [Because what's on the menu for him is everything: men, women, neither, and all others in between. The former homunculus lifts his shoulders.] His loss.
[She's wobbling and he's watching. The name of the bar is one he vaguely knows and just another one of the many pissing holes Hell has to offer. The Sin arches an eyebrow.] Don't think you need saving, just think you could use a better spot. One without ugly from before. Unless you're into that sort of thing.
[Which she could be, but considering how she pushed the man away, odds are she isn't in the mood.]
[Greed steps outside and begins to make his way around the back of the building.] Ahaha - ! [His laughter infects his face and that grin of his bursts on his jaw.] Oh, you've got it all wrong! I don't work for anyone else. Kam just had the building. She gets her fights and I get the rest of it. Simple as that.
[A motorcycle waits for him behind a rusted, chain-linked fence. It isn't the nicest ride on the block, but it works. The Sin traces his way around it.] Think of it this way. You can drink here, have your fill, and do whatever you want. [He swings a leg over the seat of the bike and tosses the phone into the console.] It wouldn't be like me to deny you.
And in exchange? [The keys slide into the ignition as he knuckles them and twists.] Tell me your story sometime. Don't care what it is.
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She squints her eyes, lips twisting up into a familiar smile. ]
You're missing a hell of an afterparty.
[ Some close talker dips into the frame, trying to lean his head against her shoulder so she scowls and shoves him off his bar stool. Not tonight, Satan! Once that's said and done, she looks back down at her phone. She's swaying a tad but the most noticeable thing is the telltale signs that she's been crying. Holding up two fingers, she's given two more shots. ]
Commitment is overrated, wouldn't you say, Greed?
[ She laughs but there's no humor behind it, then slams both shots. ]
If I'd figured that out sooner, I wouldn't have this fucking tattoo. [ But a second later, she's grinning into the phone. Okay, so she might be beyond plastered. ]
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[What he doesn't expect is Verosika. Verosika looking like a night of celebration quickly turned the tables on her and beat her right down into the curb.]
[Greed flips the video on. Behind him, the iron bars of Kamora's fighting cage look like a prison in neglect. Pecks of rust bite along the metal, making flakes of crude paint curl back and break when he rests his elbow on them.] Sorry, had a bit of business to take care of, lovely. Nothing against the party, but you know how things go.
[Without his sunglasses, his eyes are open and naked to the phone's onslaught. Moreso, they're honest. He doesn't hide how he's looking at the shots as they pile up. But it could be nothing. It could just be her having a good time. However, as he squints, the telltale signs of a worse-case scenario begin to become more and more clear.]
[Greed pushes himself off the cage, causing it rattle lonely behind him.] Can't say you're wrong, but - [He grabs his vest off a folding chair as he passes it by - his claws clipping the fur collar as gentle as a parental crocodile.] - ehh. Just never seen the point of it. The mortal lot get so caught up in the idea. Marriage, starting a family, having only one person forever. Kind of seems like a waste, doesn't it?
[Ah, then there's that. His tattoo came with his making - he didn't have a choice. But hers was a decision. Something to remember a sweet lover by, to mark her, to close the deal and seal it.]
[The thing about sweet lovers, though: they're sweet until they're not. Those whispered words, kind promises, tender moments, eventually rotting into nothing. Or worse, biting back and cutting deep enough that they leave an unwanted memory.]
[Greed dips his head under a doorframe and heads into an empty hallway.] Don't sell yourself so short. [The bulbs in the basement throw him in a low light and every shadow robs his face, turning his eyes red then back again as he slinks on through.] Some people just don't know what they're missing.
[He gets to the foot of the stairs and pauses.] Where are ya? The places around here charge too much for absolute dog shit. Not that I can blame them. [The Sin's lip teases a smile, though faint.] I'll bring you here. We aren't open, so we'll just count it as a write off.
[His new accountant is probably going to kill him just for that. But it doesn't matter. At the end of the day, the 'Nest is his. His kingdom, his turf.]
[And he'll wear the crown in every which way he pleases.]
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All work and no play, Greed. But I understand. Are you building a dungeon I don't know about it? Could be fun unless you're into dropping safe words. That could get boring fast.
[ Ha! This time when she reaches out, there's a soft clatter as she bumps the shot glass tower, and it comes crashing down. Thankfully nothing breaks but she seems to be amused by it. ] Marriage and family are a joke, what kinda person would settle down with a succubus? It's literally my job to make people horny, isn't that a deal breaker topside? What a fucking hassle.
Considering he's sucking dick now; I don't think he's missing anything I have to offer. [ Surprisingly there's very little bitterness there, he is free to screw who or whatever he wants. It's not the fact that they're not together anymore that bothers her, it's the way he went about ending things. ]
Aw, are you gonna come save me? [ The feed gets a little wobbly as she slides out of her seat and walks (read: stumbles) towards the exit. Once she's outside, she pans up to show him the name of the bar. Likely one of this Hell's biggest shitholes but the drinks were cheap, not that she's had to pay for anything tonight, and it was close to the hotel. With a groan, she leans back against the wall outside the door, flashing him her best smile. ]
Your boss could have your ass for that, maybe I should put in a good word.
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[The 'Nest is a mess of rooms and hallways. Graffiti lines either side of him as he walks on through; the signatures old, smeared, and semi-peeling.] Succubus or not, doesn't matter. People get weird about all sorts of shit like that. Why have one when you can have 'em all, right? [He slides into the main bar and his hands wander to pick up a matchbox.] People hold too much back that way. And I've seen too many get bitter about it over the years.
[And bitter is not a sin for him. Save that for Envy or Wrath.]
[Greed clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek, making it pop.] Ah, well. He doesn't know what he's missing. [Because what's on the menu for him is everything: men, women, neither, and all others in between. The former homunculus lifts his shoulders.] His loss.
[She's wobbling and he's watching. The name of the bar is one he vaguely knows and just another one of the many pissing holes Hell has to offer. The Sin arches an eyebrow.] Don't think you need saving, just think you could use a better spot. One without ugly from before. Unless you're into that sort of thing.
[Which she could be, but considering how she pushed the man away, odds are she isn't in the mood.]
[Greed steps outside and begins to make his way around the back of the building.] Ahaha - ! [His laughter infects his face and that grin of his bursts on his jaw.] Oh, you've got it all wrong! I don't work for anyone else. Kam just had the building. She gets her fights and I get the rest of it. Simple as that.
[A motorcycle waits for him behind a rusted, chain-linked fence. It isn't the nicest ride on the block, but it works. The Sin traces his way around it.] Think of it this way. You can drink here, have your fill, and do whatever you want. [He swings a leg over the seat of the bike and tosses the phone into the console.] It wouldn't be like me to deny you.
And in exchange? [The keys slide into the ignition as he knuckles them and twists.] Tell me your story sometime. Don't care what it is.