[Video ---> Action] A Night on the Town
[The slender, delicate woman is smoothing down her white lap-coat in the mirror, the video catching the movements and the soft little noise of displeasure as her fingers run over the curve of her waist and then to those pretty hips. Despite the attractiveness of her figure, apparently this outfit just won’t do. Naomi is a woman possessing not just
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[It takes a while for the 'Nest's proprietor to answer, but when he does it's with heckle. It boils right out of him with all the amusement he can muster. And at the moment? He has plenty to share.] Well, isn't this a surprise - going to come to our little piece of Hell first? [But Greed's leaning into the recording and static dances on the edge of his voice.] Call me flattered. I thought our last conversation put the breaks on any and all visits from you, 'Doc. Guess you're just full of mystery, aren't you?
[Greed's grin is practically audible, the pull of his lips a wet smack of the feed.] Not that I'm about to complain - the doors are open, you just needed to ask. Is the Chief coming along this time around for another hustle, or is it gal's night out? Either way - [The dramatic pause is only a means of dragging this out, of getting what he wants out of the prospect.] - I'll take your business anytime.
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[Then there's a pause, a little resigned. A deeper breath and then the woman's voice is back, still up-beat] My husband has a lot of work on his plate, Greed. It's just me this evening. Do you think you can handle that? I demand VIP treatment. You've got a good red wine, don't you? I know a good wine when I taste one. [Of course she's still teasing him, enjoying the banter]
Maybe you can join me for a glass.
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I'm sure he does - looked like he was seeing ghosts last time I ran into him. Bastard wasn't very nice, I can tell you that! But I won't hold it against him. [He speaks with laced words on a devil's tongue.] Just you then - I'll hold a seat especially for that honor. [And sure, he's promised to be good. As good as a creature like him can be.]
Oh, I told you before didn't I? It's you who couldn't handle my appetite. But hey, I'll let you give it your best shot! [Snap of the fingers.]
You have one hour to get down here for your drink, or else I can't guarantee my full attentions.
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You do know how to spoil a lady, don't you Greed?
[There is no reply to the comments about Javert, save a soft sigh. It's almost as if she knows it's pointless to argue. Javert can be difficult, everyone knows it. And the frog bites certainly did not help matters.]
I might surprise you. Still, we'll see, won't we? No bets this time though. I'd hate to have to fight my husband for who got to make use of you.
[And another of those sweet little laughs, before the call is ended.]
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[And then the door is opened, letting in a breath of the evening air, tugging at her skirts and at the loose mass of dark hair spilling down her back]
I was already on my way.
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[There's a collection of liquor on the bar top when she gets there and the jukebox is blaring something a little off-kilter. Greed seems a little lost in his work; bottles twirl in his fingers, spin by their necks before being turned upside down and poured. He's got shots lined up, empty glasses thirsty for the drink. And he fills them all before slamming the bottles right back down on the prep counter.]
[He snatches what suspiciously looks like a White Russian and downs it as he taps his foot to the terrible rhythm coming out of the speakers. He's not a gentleman with his booze and it runs down his chin sloppily, drips and sticks to the shelf of his chin. Of course, that's wiped away. But not without a slight show; the skin of his hand and wrist flicks gunmetal-gray and horrible claws replace finger nails. Greed doesn't seemed bothered by it, even as the wrist bands on his bones expand and contract, melting into the weird second-skin that check-patterns up his forearm ( ... )
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She relaxes as he comes closer, the pose unwinding somewhat although her arms don't uncross, and it highlights her figure in a very pleasing way.]
And give you time to put up your guard? No. But if you want I can give you a few minutes to change and do your hair.
[She gives him another look then, and glances back to the bar] Although you could make me a drink before you go?
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Such a slave driver! I thought you were coming to visit little ol'me. Guess not, right? [The homunculus flips behind the bar and reaches for a chilled bottle of wine he had pulled for the occasion. Grabs an opener this time within the grip of swollen knuckles. He jams the metal piece into the cork and begins screwing the mechanism inside.]
Just you and no Chief spells trouble in paradise. I doubt he'd let you come down alone. [Greed pops the bottle with a flex of muscle and tosses the cork screw behind him. It lands in the empty sink, banging loud enough to muffle the tunes for a bit.]
So, tell the 'tender your woes.
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Don't be so dismissive Greed. Of course I'm here for you. There's closer bars between home and here. [She follows him to the bar, slips up onto a stool and folds her arms on the edge of the counter- thankfully not wet and not sticky.] You're the first place I thought of when I decided I wanted a girl's night on the town.
[She laughs at that, shakes her head and gently folds a dark strand of hair back behind her ear] Now that proves you've never been married. Like and let are two different things, Greed. He might not like it, but he couldn't stop me. Besides... he's a work. I have to keep myself entertained, don't I?
[And then her eyes fall on the bottle, looking grateful.] Woes? I think you know what they are. Especially after we last spoke. [ ( ... )
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