"You're both so quick to make me a liar and scoundrel. I'm hurt, really." Greed took his own poison, gripped it tight and clicked his nails on the surface. He hummed, touched his lips with the sinful drink and took a swig. Sticky liquid dribbled down his chin - that was flicked away with the edge of his thumb. "I can't say I remember it - maybe a few years ago. I think the drink used to be popular." Small details; maybe he remembered them, maybe he didn't. He'd play coy just the same.
Greed placed his Absinthe-soaked thumb into his mouth. Teased it on dangerous teeth, then sucked it dry. The bar was a little eerie without the usually faces crowding its walls. It was like a desert, dry and silent. The fan spun on its axis, whirled a faint breeze inside that graced the walls, moved the lighter of the furnishes around in a kicked-up breeze. The lights buzzed something awful, the hallways flickered with bad wiring. All the ugliness that the 'Nest provided could be seen plain and stark to the naked eye without its people there.
But Greed didn't seem to mind.
"So, you're here for the usual. A night on the town and you two land yourselves here. Sorry for the lack of company - I had planned to shut down early. Apparently, there is a holiday going on or something." He took another taste of his drink before setting the sweating glass down on the bar. He leaned in for a look at the two - something was up with the Chief, that was certain. Like there was something bubbling at the surface. All the accusations aside, Javert was actually speaking to him with smirks and wiles. Like he had something planned.
It was intriguing.
"I can entertain you two for a while, whatever you'd like. But I think pool is out this time," he stated matter-of-fact. He settled into a corner of his bar, popped open a little cabinet. Removed a length of cigar and placed it into the corner of his mouth. Sank teeth into the tightly-packed leaves. The lighter was out again and he clicked it open. His other hand went to the side of the cigar and he began rolling it across the flame, puffing it into a cherry red. Acrid smoke burned in his throat, slid into the open air of the bar, and was swept up by the fan.
Greed placed his Absinthe-soaked thumb into his mouth. Teased it on dangerous teeth, then sucked it dry. The bar was a little eerie without the usually faces crowding its walls. It was like a desert, dry and silent. The fan spun on its axis, whirled a faint breeze inside that graced the walls, moved the lighter of the furnishes around in a kicked-up breeze. The lights buzzed something awful, the hallways flickered with bad wiring. All the ugliness that the 'Nest provided could be seen plain and stark to the naked eye without its people there.
But Greed didn't seem to mind.
"So, you're here for the usual. A night on the town and you two land yourselves here. Sorry for the lack of company - I had planned to shut down early. Apparently, there is a holiday going on or something." He took another taste of his drink before setting the sweating glass down on the bar. He leaned in for a look at the two - something was up with the Chief, that was certain. Like there was something bubbling at the surface. All the accusations aside, Javert was actually speaking to him with smirks and wiles. Like he had something planned.
It was intriguing.
"I can entertain you two for a while, whatever you'd like. But I think pool is out this time," he stated matter-of-fact. He settled into a corner of his bar, popped open a little cabinet. Removed a length of cigar and placed it into the corner of his mouth. Sank teeth into the tightly-packed leaves. The lighter was out again and he clicked it open. His other hand went to the side of the cigar and he began rolling it across the flame, puffing it into a cherry red. Acrid smoke burned in his throat, slid into the open air of the bar, and was swept up by the fan.
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