[Central, he had said. The kid had been there for him before, no questions asked, and more importantly, the kid was his. Letting something of his sit and rot in a hospital didn't sit well with him, so really, it was best to take advantage of him being willing. Greed had been on the verge of just kidnapping him anyway. He wasn't known for being the
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The rough treatment didn't particularly bother him, he wasn't made of glass after all. He blinked at him quizzically. Alright, he'll bite.]
What's good?
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[Greed takes that as free reign to pour whatever concoction he wants into him. Greed, too, has a bit of scientist in him. Ed will see five bottles grabbed and tipped into a glass over ice, with a splash of orange juice.
It tastes like orange juice coming back up, as if he were going through the stages of intoxication and a vomit inducing hangover in reverse order.]
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[Ed looks at it tentatively. He's not sure what all went in it, but he shrugs and takes a sip.]
Not bad.
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It's better if you chug it.
So. [Greed pours himself a simpler concoction, straight whiskey, no ice.] What's in Central for ya, kid?
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