Second Shield || EVENT

[deathbyoil]

*Greed was nursing on a bottle of beer at the bar. He had taken off his tux' bowtie, letting his dress shirt lay open a few buttons up top, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wasn't one for formal things. It made him feel all stuffy and just.. ugh. He taps his foot on the floor irritatedly, looking at the walls, his knuckles a light red color. Yeah, he tried to punch at the walls and windows, but nothing had worked.*

Fucking sucks to be human. I hate it.

*he mutters as he speaks out to no one in particular, but his 'date', Tex, might hear him.*