Bar Hopping [Traverse Town; COMPLETE]

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After writing in his brand new journal and not getting any manner of response after a few minutes, Greed decided that the whole thing was more or less pretty boring. Still, he'd probably make more entries when he needed something to do. Maybe, eventually, the stranger would respond. Or maybe he'd start collecting more names, more people. That was a

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“Don’t usually expect people to come in here with actual money.” Most peoples money wouldn’t pass for anything around this place. Except nice paperweights. “Maybe if I got a look at the money you got, we could work something out if you wanted to buy something.” As worthless as other money was, he did try and see what each currency was like from other world customers; in the back of his mind he was hoping to strike it good if some person came in who used the currency of gold. Hey, he could hope.

It was one of the least of his concerns, though, since Reno wasn’t really expecting to turn much of a profit out of a place like this. As long as the supplies kept comin’ and the bill for them didn’t he wasn’t about to complain.

The stranger had come here to check out the bar from what he said. As exciting as having people seek out his establishment should have been, it only caused for skepticism on Reno’s part. He wasn’t a fool. The redhead leaned over the bar counter, “Can’t imagine this place is getting that much of a reputation that people would want to check into it.” This was Traverse Town. People didn’t check into places just to look around unless they were bored out of their mind. Couldn’t say that he wasn’t in that same situation before. “Not to mention you picked the wrong rathole if you’re lookin’ to sightsee.”

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It wasn't as if Greed truly needed a drink and it would probably be wiser to save what money he did have for more important things, such as those gummi ships Redhead #1 had mentioned, but considering he'd barged in simply to take a gander, it was only fair that he be a paying customer.

Or at least let Redhead #2 take a look-see at his foreign cash.

Stepping over to the bar counter, he dug through the pockets of his pants (hard to believe there could be pockets, considering the way the leather hugged him) until he extracted some of the shiny stuff, laying it out for the stranger to see.

"I heard some people talking about it and thought I should take it out." He shrugged. Really, did he look that suspicious? Probably, actually. It was a bit of a thorn in his side that he, as a homunculus, always had to come off as so sinister. Ahh well. "So, what's your name?" he asked, leaning himself against the counter. While the number game was cute, maybe this one would be a bit more willing to simply tell him.

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The money which was set out definitely wasn't money. Why did world always have to have this unique currency thing going on? Even more aggravating, it was usually made of nickel or bronze which was virtually useless as a valuable metal. Guess he didn’t strike gold this time. Ah well, there were still an infinite number of refugees he could check out. Traverse Town refugees was the most common renewable resource (next to water, he guessed) recently. But wasn't to say that looking at money was a waste of time, usually they had some sort of country name on the coins that were minted. Reno flipped the trinket over in order to look for that just seal.

"As long as they weren't saying I take people in." Couldn't have some brat kids go spreading the words that he would take in Traverse Town strays. He had invited a couple people, didn't mean that all of Traverse could make themselves at home. "I don't want it crawling with morons who come in and break things." That, and he didn't want to go around being a good citizen or anything-that wouldn’t do for his Turk reputation.

"Catch." The coin was put on his thumb and forefinger, and flipped back to the owner.

"The name's Reno. You got a name, or you want me to give you one?"

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Apparently, there was no way Amestris currency could pass for anything. Well, that was too bad. Hopefully the exchanger, whenever he found him, would feel differently about it. Even if the exchange rate sucked, he wanted something. That would have to be his next trip, then.

While this one didn't seem to like taking people in, that was exactly what Greed enjoyed. Traverse Town might just be the right place to set up shop, then. If there were so many confused, needy people around--and he could be right there to help them out and give them a place to stay--then he might get quite a few loyal companions fairly easily. Of course, there needed to be some empty bar space and he was pretty sure Reno here had taken the last of it.

Placing his money back in his pocket, he shook his head. "No, they weren't saying anything like that," he said casually, figuring he could act like he didn't have much stock in the whole thing for the time being. "Just that it was here. Maybe you'll get more paying customers, hmm?" The guy should probably do a bit more advertising if he was hoping for that, but Greed wasn't about to throw out any suggestions.

"Greed," he said, turning around to send a small grin at Reno--hopefully one that kept the sharpness of his teeth still secret. "Nice to meet you."

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“People in Traverse Town having money to pay for things. Now that’s wishful thinking.” The advertisement was welcome enough, sure, but he had the feeling most people would come here to sit and chat or something. Reno braced himself against the counter, “And help that would stick around that’s wishful thinking, too.” he said it in a loud enough voice that it should have been heard throughout the entire bar. After a second of waiting, the Turk sighed at the lack of response. Alas, the “help” he had “hired” to clean his stuff didn’t appear at the sound of his voice as he was hoping. Evidently that girl wasn’t around anywhere.

Much to his dismay.

Back to his customer---Greed. Either some parent out there desperately hated their child or that was some sort of street pen name. “So, Greed huh? That’s quite a name.” It could make one wonder what he did to earn such a ..extravagant name in the first place, though Reno wasn’t about to strike out in the direction of curiosity. At least it saved him the trouble of having to give him some poor name, which probably would have steered towards his fluffy jacket. Greed was just as lame as any name Reno could come up with.

“Well, I’d say welcome. But this place ain’t got a name.” He hadn’t given much thought to it, really. Wasn’t good at things like naming places.

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"I need to find somewhere to see if I can get this stuff exchanged," Greed commented, patting his pocket disdainfully. To think he'd coveted it so dearly back home and now it was useless. He was startled by the sudden change in Reno's volume, but caught on soon enough. Apparently he'd hired someone and whoever it was had run off. To be quite honest about it, that... sucked. Greed had been alive too long to have recorded any sticky instances with people he'd taken under his wing, but he was damn sure something similar had happened to him before.

So he could relate.

Once again, the name had to be commented on. He supposed he couldn't blame people for raising an eyebrow or two at it. Maybe it would have made more sense to make up a name for himself--something not so obvious--but he didn't feel that he had anything to hide. "It is, isn't it? Well, it's fitting." He sent a quick glance around the area again, frowning slightly as he discovered it hadn't even been named.

Who could own something and not name it? That was just despicable. Greed felt his lip curl, but at least he was turned away from the redhead for the moment. "You should name it. It'll feel more like it's yours that way." Or I could just take it from you.

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(Sorry for being a loser and not posting for a while. XD I have no excuse. *FAIL*)

Stuff exchanged, huh? “Don’t think people around here do any exchanging. You want to get some munny, you have to do some actual work in order to get it.” Well from the way everyone came in toting their own worthless money, didn’t seem like people were much in the business of exchanging it. In any normal circumstances, any government issued money could be given back to its place of origin for some other currency. Here all other currency was worthless paperweights with no backing.

The name, or more accurately the comment on it, was more interesting. Greed described him? Not really encouraging, but as long as the guy wasn’t greedy at him there wouldn’t be any problems.

“Name it?” He really wasn’t good at that stuff. It wasn’t like people in Traverse were going to come here because of the snazzy name. Traverse, being Traverse, would direct them here because there was nowhere else to go. “This place is a bunch of boards and nails, not a pet.” Reno shrugged, “You want to give it a name, be my guest.” Judging from the guys blunt nature in names, he didn’t doubt if the bar ended up with a name like “drunk”.

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[It's fine. XD I've done worse.]

"I heard there are places around here that would," Greed replied with a shrug. Then again, the stranger could have been lying. Hell, he could have been lying about everything. It wasn't a pleasant thought, but Greed wouldn't allow himself to become truly suspicious until he searched out a currency exchange and came up with nothing. "I guess I'll just have to take a look around."

For the moment, though, he wanted to take a load off, so he found a stool that suited his fancy and sat himself down at the bar. Hopefully Reno wouldn't order him out for loitering. Considering the lack of customers, though, he got the feeling the redhead simply wanted someone around to end the boredom. "If you don't really care about it, I can take it off your hands." He smirked, wondering how Reno would respond to that. Maybe then he'd give a crap about the place.

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A local change place, huh? "That's new to me. Though I ain't going to complain." Maybe if there were one of those springing up (about damned time) there would be better business around this place. Which would mean there wouldn’t be any excuse for those lazy jackasses who couldn't pay for things.

That offer from Greed to take this place off his hands sure caused a pique of interest. Reno stopped what he was doing, and gave an inquisitive expression to the pointy-shoes guy. For such a bold proposal he sure looked relaxed in taking a seat in the bar and whatnot. "Sure live up to your name, don't you." Reno observed. Wasn't every day someone was so blunt about the matter of wanting something. "Well, I got a little problem with greed myself. See-I don't see any reason to give this place up to you. I get food that I want, my own little room back there, and I don't have any of those heartless to deal with. So you'll have to excuse me when I decline."

Just because he didn't care about the place like home didn't mean he didn't like the convenience it had to offer.

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"Maybe I'll check it out and let you know." Though getting the word back to Reno would be easier if the redhead had one of those journals. Greed had to make sure he asked before he took his leave of the man, which he'd need to do soon if he wanted to assure he had some usable money so that he could find a place to stay.

"Wouldn't you be disappointed if I didn't live up to it?" Greed asked, leaning back slightly on the stool as he stretched his back out. Though, as expected, Reno didn't seem too keen on the idea of just giving the place up. There were good reasons for that, which the redhead made sure to provide. Still, it wasn't yet a completely lost cause. Leaning forward again, Greed fixed the other with a stare that probably would have been more effective if he didn't have his glasses on.

"Maybe we could run this place together?" he offered casually.

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Not that Reno would be disappointed at all about the name, just slightly weirded out on how he could pick such a choice nickname that had nothing to do with his personality. Certainly didn’t expect him to be named Greed and be a charitable guy, that was for sure. No that would be hoping for too much.

"Together, huh?" The second proposal was a little more interesting, though the Turk didn’t bite right off the bat. Sure it would be convenient to be able to come and go as he pleased without having to dread coming back here and having to kick someone out that decided to take over, yet he wasn’t quite convinced. "You better have a good reason to think I would agree to that, considering we just met and all."

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Reno's reaction was understandable. It could have been worse. He could have snarled and ordered him out. Then again, who actually would have responded that way? Someone would have to be in a constant state of grumpiness to be offended from a mere suggestion.

No, all things considered, the redhead took the proposal rather well. Greed would have probably been more weirded out if he'd agreed to it without hesitation.

"No real good reason," Greed responded with a small shake of his head. "So I guess we should get to know each other, huh?" It didn't have to be right away, though. If he ended up co-running this place, that might be considered as settling. Might as well search for something better that he could be completely his before committing. "But that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to do some traveling before settling in for winter," he added.

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“Get to know each other, is that right..” As far as Reno cared, he knew all he needed to know. His name was Greed. Obviously he was greedy, from what extent Reno hadn’t really seen but he could make a broad guess. Greed probably like money, or relatively shiny things, a pretty straightforward guy who doesn’t like too much annoying chatter. Judging by that and the way he was so pushy about getting in here he could either can back up any threat thrown at were incredibly stupid. Reno would personally lay my money on the former but the pointy shoes and ridiculous furry thing make him seriously think about reconsidering.

But that was enough analytical stuff. (Sort of a passive Turk habit, he tried not to use when off duty.) Last time he used that, he earned the wrath of a certain lady with a whip. Probably not too good of an idea.

“If you’re just gonna take off, then don’t offer running the place.” Or as it was put ‘holing up for the winter’ or something. What? Did the equally weird guys from his world of leprechauns hibernate? “I don’t like expecting people to come back.”

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"Why not?" Greed asked with a shrug. People seemed to find the concept of acquainting themselves with others to be foreign, but Greed found there to be nothing wrong with it. "You seem like a good enough guy." Of course, they'd only been speaking for a few minutes and he hadn't been given much to judge on, but still...

And then things became a little more hostile. Greed sighed and pulled his glasses off, setting them on the counter. "Why? Think you're going to get caught doing something wrong? I wouldn't worry about that." Greed was hardly the most moral of people, after all. Hell, he was a homunculus. "Considering I'm new to this whole thing, I just figured I'd check out some other worlds." Was that so wrong? "But if you'd really rather I didn't come back..." He stretched and then leaned forward to place his elbows on the counter. There had to be better places than this one. He could give up the opportunity if he had to.

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‘Good enough guy’... Reno had to restrain some laughter from that comment. That was telltale sign number one that Greed hadn’t spent all that much time talking to him. “Yeah, yeah.” Well Reno could score him one for providing him with good humor. “How about this:” Reno grabbed some paper and a pen from behind underneath the counter, and placed it on the top, “If you’re still done after your world hopping, you get hold of me on this name.” with his left and therefor more awesome than right hand he wrote down his journal name. Hopefully if Greed was greedy enough, he’d have to have one of those. “Then we’ll talk.”

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Oh, another journal name? Then the system was as widespread as his first acquaintance had claimed. Greed smiled down at the piece of paper - along with the word written on it. He ripped off a clean part of the paper, nabbing the pen to write down his own, equally fitting, username.

"Sounds good to me. We'll keep in touch." Handing Reno the piece of paper, he stood from his seat, tucking his own scrap into his pocket. "Hmm. So what's the best place to stay around here?" he asked with a tilt of his head. That had to be figured out right away, after all.