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Who: Greed | OPEN
What: Greed get his hole of a bar open. It's not much and the selection is small, but any and all are welcome.
Where: The Devil's Nest | South Side of Town
When: Late Afternoon/Evening | June 11th
Rating: R for now - probably language,.

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1/2 INCOMING

It was at precisely at ten o'clock in the evening when an entirely new breed of customer stepped through the hazy entryway of the new dive known simply as The Devil's NestIt was a petite woman and her towering male companion that had entered rather unexpectedly into the busy scene, the pair deciding on a complete whim to test out the newest addition to Aliunde's expanding collection of nightlife entertainments. Though different in appearance in every single way possible except for the darker skin tones they'd shared, both man and woman cast the same scrutinizing stare around the establishment upon their arrival, sharp eyes falling severely upon the neatly scrubbed floor, the particularly seedy-looking clientele, and the reasonably priced alcoholic beverages

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2/2In the young woman's male companion was a very different kind of challenge for the land of indulgence and greed. The woman looked as if a few drinks and a few loosened blouse buttons would let her fit right in with the raunchiest of men. The man was a different story

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While his avarice was far from being fulfilled, Greed could honestly tell himself he was getting some satisfaction. The bar was hopping and it had only been opening night. People came and went - some left on the street and others fell into the darkest pits of the bar, alcohol on the breath and other things on the mind. Sex, liquor, gambling - it smelled like sweet copper in his nose and it made him absolutely prime for the evening. He shoved out drinks like a mad man, as if his very soul depended on it. And it did, to some degree. Though he was trapped, Greed was still boiling inside. And the more people came, the more he wanted. It was like music and he was dancing to the beat.

By the time two very unexpected guests had arrived, Greed was pouring out a line of shots. His black wrist bands dangled on his bones and caressed just the top parts of his hands. He gestured to his willing audience, torso tipped at the hip. "Now, if you don't mind - I'd like ya'll to enjoy a little Hotter Than Hell. Coming straight to ya, from good ol'

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Only a few brief moments within this particular establishment's walls and already the tiny woman could feel the subtle, but alluring pull that Greed's little bar held over it's less-than-saintly patrons. Javert, noble beast that he was, might have possessed some natural resistance to the unseen force that so urged them to stay and kick up their feet for a drink or two, but his wife was a completely different story. As strong as she may claim her mental fortitude was in the face of certain earthly temptations, sometimes the attraction was just too great for even her to withstand

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Javert, as the woman's male companion called himself, paused in the middle of taking his seat. Greed had just called him 'prim-and-proper,' and he could not help but fix a droll but no less ferocious stare on the bartender. Where Greed was the shark, Javert was like a wolf, two foreign predators sizing each other up.

Like Naomi, he felt something ominous in this man. He smelled it and sensed it rather than saw it, the same kind of animal instinct a guard dog would feel with an intruder. He swept his large, unblinking stare around Greed's smug, grinning face, and deliberately chose to settle on his hidden eyes. Perhaps if he looked long and hard enough, he would be able to read what is laid bare in that obscured little brain

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There was a flicker behind his shades, his eyes taking in all Naomi had to offer. And he noticed the shirt, noticed the nice pair of twins there. An odd pair, surely. She didn't seem the type to run with such a cross-the-Ts, dot-the-I(s) kind of fellow. But if that was what she wanted, Greed wasn't going to stop her. He was willing to show her a good time if Mister Stone-Faced-Dotted-Notes decided to leave her at the bar. But if and only if

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​An odd pair, Greed? You better be talking about Naomi and Javert themselves and not her, ahem, finest attributes

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"Half correct," Javert commented in a disarming, light tone of voice. He cradled his iced vodka in one hand and selected a peanut with the other. True enough to Naomi's assumption, he had granted her a low snort and a roll of his large, probing eyes toward the ceiling when he felt her soft nudge on his knee.

Strangely enough, the foreboding man offered no further explanation for his correction. Instead, he moved on to an abrupt observation.

"I expected and wanted a dive bar. The Devil's Nest - your idea? Management's? Whoever! That implies refuge. Of the sort where all men become invisible," he said in that same steady voice. He cast Greed (an alias? the corner of Javert's mouth pinched in a crooked smirk) a meaningful look and twirled the peanut absently between his fingers. "I think I'm mostly right. But apparently your vagrants and invisibles get a show with their haven. You are talented with your shakers

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What a riot! The two of them were just a riot and Greed laughed, hands spread on the bar top. "The Devil's Nest was my old joint - it needed a revival. Up from the ashes, as I say." He pushed himself back, leaving the space between the two love birds for their own. "Business is good, considering the place is new. And you'd be surprised - people, things, creatures - they all need a place to go, to unwind. And I'm willing to provide, for a fee." He showed off his teeth again before placing his fingers up to his round shades, righting them back into place. "You two showed up here, didn't you? You want the same - a place where no one bothers to ask the monotonous questions."

The homunculus purred, casting another glance at the doctor. She was impressive. "Yes, the name is Greed. Got no other." He jolted his arms to his sides and spread them, hands rolling on tight wrists. "I'll show you all the entertainment you need, but I think it'd be right and proper of you to give me some names. I gave you mine, after all - free of charge." He

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For all of her husband's rising suspicion directed at the wildly grinning man standing in front of them, Naomi was honestly finding her own uncertainly over Greed to be slipping away more and more as the minutes flew by. The homunculus may have seemed a little rough around the edges to her upon first glance, but now she beginning to feel an appreciation for the way he ran his business. As interesting an establishment as the Devil's Nest was on it's own, it really wouldn't have held any of the allure it currently did without the thoroughly entertaining, fun-loving staff around to keep up the the room's high energy. Greed obviously cared for his customers, the men at the bar still grinning after losing their little game to him showed that well enough. He actually took the time to speak with each of the people who walked through his door, to get to know them on some personal level, and to make sure they were fully satisfied with his performance

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Javert was fortunate in his restrictive habits; he was not yet drunk enough, nor did he intend to get drunk enough, to miss those eyes when they came out to play. That was the cue Javert had been waiting for, watching out for something without really know what it was he sought to find. That was it.

They were unnaturally purple - was that the light, did he see that correctly? - purple like estate jewels, small, and beady. Initially he gave the impression of a mole emerging into the daylight, with that narrow squint. But Javert leaned perceptibly closer, himself unblinking and wholly absorbed

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Greed regarded the information with delighted attention. His jaw was snapped tight, all pearly whites out. He nodded to Naomi. "See - that wasn't hard, giving me your names." She would be wise to stop that cleavage show though - Greed loved a good looking body on anyone, even if they were bound by a gold band and heavenly promises. She was showing her goods, and without any provocation either. So what if he stole a look or two? It seemed to Greed that the couple would be sticking it out for the nignt and he doubted a little private pleasure on his end would deter them too much.

"She's behaving just fine, Javert." That was an odd name. Then again, the name Greed had raised a few brows in the sort period he had been in the city. "I told you - in the business of wants and needs. If she wants to do that, then let her." Greed thumbed at the wife and gave her a quick wink behind his shades. It was a covert operation, short and sweet

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Greed may be nothing more than a crafty, slippery snake to Javert, a clownish hooligan with a darker agenda hidden under the surface, but Naomi's opinion was quite the opposite. In fact, Javert may be displeased to hear, the bartender's aloof and playful nature quite reminded the beautiful woman of herself. Sure, she wasn't naïve enough to not pick up on that prickling of danger that seemed to be welling up within him, but that only kept her sharp eyes focused on him just that much more intently. Every less-than-subtle glance and stretched smile was only serving to lull her into a falser sense of security

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"Why not request one anyway?" Javert's voice was quiet and still. "This woman isn't for sale."

Javert allowed himself an icy, skeletal grimace with a brief glance at his regrettably forward wife. His eyes rippled with something indiscernible. Indeed, a quick kiss from Naomi was worth just about as much as a drug store jewel: common, plastic, and cheap. She was a looker of a wife that intentionally and frequently used her sex appeal to her advantage. The control and power she held over men delighted her, but it also got boring very quickly. The fun for her was to wrest the game in her favor, not to reap the winnings.

That was what drew her to Javert so permanently. He did not let her sex manipulate him like it did the boys. He kept a lid on it, so to speak, and devised trickier methods to conquer her straight on back.

Knowing what he knew about his wife, and twitching visibly at her stupid decision to boast and question the light terms of the wager, he looked ahead down the path they were headed and saw nothing but a dark, murky

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Greed caught the look and shrugged his shoulders, palms up in a sign that he had figured it out. He turned back to the bottles of booze and his fingers danced at their shelves. "But what if that stranger's your bar keep? What then?" He snatched up a bottle of whiskey that had a large, red devil drawn into the label. He unscrewed the top, tossing the tin latch onto the counter. "Everyone is a stranger at some point, right? Get to know 'em better, and they become your friends, your family, your lovers," the homunculus hummed and grabbed not two, but three glasses from under storage. "So - why don't both of you get to know me a bit better and you won't have to worry about ill intentions." Because Greed liked the two of them - he really did. The woman was all sex, sin, and temptation and her man was her opposite; poised, silent, stuck-up, and could he say it? Oh, yes - prideful. These were elements Greed knew, understood, and accepted

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((OOC: Naomi requested I take the first tag this time. She's up next, then your turn again!))

Javert, who had been looking at his drink with a faraway glaze in his eye, raised his head and met Greed's meaningful stare with an opaque look.

He had the faint feeling he was being played. But then again, his era of dress and his manner was something that could be observed by just a glance. A smart one, but a glance nonetheless. Javert, on the other hand, learned a considerable amount about this new prey of his in his cat-and-mouse game: First, that Greed was from a world much like Javert's Earth, Javert's Paris, if not the same universe; second, that he is no man but a creature, a viper, that has lived well past the normal human expiration date. Judging by the look of him, Javert guessed that Greed would have to be at least two-hundred-thirty years of age, at minimum. Most likely more. A lick of danger welled in the back of his throat. What sort of otherworldly being was beyond the reach of time and old age