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[nestingdevil]

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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[nestingdevil]

Greed had found himself back behind the bar by the time Dante strolled on. He lifted his head, honest-to-god puzzlement on his face for a second. But that was gone with a quick wave of a hand and his smile brightened, stretching from ear to ear. He threw his hand onto the bar top, smacking it with jovial enthusiasm. "Welcome to the Devil's Nest," he purred as his eyes wandered over the customer. "-nice digs."

He shuffled out a glass from a small storage place under the bar. It spun out between a thumb and index finger before resting atop the bar. "You're the first tonight, so I'll give you half off on whatever you want." Greed gripped the lip of the glass and shuffled it it back and forth. "So, what's your poison?"

[scientize]

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

[chose_death]

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

[nestingdevil]

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'

[scientize]

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