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When; May 26, Day
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Greed

prof_wordsworth
Summary; Greed takes Wordsworth up on an offer of pool. He also sees a perfect opportunity to create a new drinking pal.
Log;

Greed stretched fitfully as he arrived at Wordsworth's apartment. Last night had been a hell of a lot rougher than he had wanted it to be. He supposed Rangiku would be safe enough at the temple and it would do him some good to take his mind off it.

"Oi," he barked, knocking on the door, "Will, open up."

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After days of worrying about the RCO and trying to work on a new device, William was looking forward to relaxing. And Greed sounded like a fun fellow.

Smiling at the loud knocking and Greed's voice, William opened the door, "Glad to see you made it Greed."

Greed laughed and reached over to clap him on the shoulder.

"Ha ha! Nice to see ya', Will! Better get your books ready, because you're about to get taken to school."

William laughed,"I left school long ago, come on in, I've got the table ready."

He walked deeper into the flat,"Don't mind the mess, still fixing things up."

"Eh, it's not so bad. I've lived in much worse than this," he said, strolling through. He set a bag he had down on the floor and started pulling out bottles and glasses.

William's eye's went wide as he watched the amount of alcohol Greed had brought.

"I say, that's a lot of bottles, are you sure you'll still be standing by the end of the first game?" William asked with a small laugh.

"Of course, Will. Homunculi have a superior metabolism. I burn up every foreign substance that's in my body. And not all of this is for me."

William's eyes lit up, "Homunculi? That sounds fascinating, you'll have to tell me more. Oh...um, I did say I don't drink, didn't I?" William frowned, he had told Greed he didn't drink, he was sure of it.

"I know. I intend to change that," he laughed, walking closer to the pool table, "Everybody likes something. But yeah, I guess I can answer questions. Whaddaya' want to know?"

William smiled and picked up his cue stick. From the pocket of his waistcoat he brought out a coin, "Ok, tell me what a Homunculi is. But first, let's flip the coin, head's or tails?" He held out his hand, a small silver coin in his palm.

"Heads," he said, picking up his own, "We're basically you...kinda'. We're artificial people made with alchemy. Though super-human applies more than human, in our case."

William throw the coin, it came as heads, "You get the first shot."

He stood aside and watched Greed break the ball rack. "Created using alchemy? That's extraordinary! What's your world like? It sounds so much unlike my own."

"Hmm...It's hard to compare without a frame of reference. I'll go with technology, maybe that'll help. We've got electricity, combustion engines, and firearms, but medical technology isn't that great. Alchemy basically helps make up for technological shortcomings, but only a few people can do it. State alchemists, mostly. They work for the army and the Fuhrer, King Bradley. Of course, they don't get that Bradley is what I am. His real name is Wrath. I guess you could say the country of Amestris is under military dictatorship, but the general populace has little problem with it."

He didn't manage to sink anything, and so waited for the other man to make a move.

"As for alchemy, it's got three steps, get it? Understanding, deconstruction, and reconstruction. You can turn a pile of wood into a wooden table in seconds, but you have to know HOW the table is made, first."

William let everything Greed was telling sink in and then nodded, "Yes, I see, my world, well I know that you've met Radu Barvon, I come from the same world as him."

William stared at the table for a moment and then made his move, green 6 pocketed.

Greed cursed under his breath at seeing the ball go in.

"Yeah. Methy-zillah's, or whatever the hell they are. He's not so bad, though his inferiority complex is a bit tiresome. You guys ALL smell human, to me."

He continued to wait for the other man's luck to run out.

"He works for that nutty Dietrich guy. Gives me the creeps. I'd put my powers against his anyday, though."

William laughed, "Methuselah. And I agree very much about Dietrich, he is a very strange man. I've had friends who have fought him, his not very nice in a fight from the reports I've read."

He aimed for the orange ball but missed. He didn't mind though, "I rather like Radu, even though I do want to hit him over the head, but really, I don't think he'd like that." William smirked.

"Way too many screwed up people in this city," he laughed, aiming up a shot, "Too many nuts and not enough jars to keep them in."

He took a shot, sinking the yellow 1 ball, the going on to sink the red 7.

"How about a wager? You and me go shot for shot. Every time we make a shot, we take a "shot" from a small glass for every time the ball bounces off the edge, or another ball."

William sighed, "But I don't drink." He sounded like a small boy who really didn't want a pink bike for his birthday.

He thought for a moment, "How small are the shot glases?"

"About as big as my thumb," he said, holding his thumb out as he lined up and missed the next shot, "Not big at all."

Which was to say nothing of the actual alcohol content.

William couldn't really see a way out of it, "Very well."

"Great. It's your shot."

Determined to win now, William hit yellow 9 and watched it go in, smiling, he waited for Greed to make his move.

"Hmmm, no bounces. You avoided it this time!"

Greed took fired a shot, watching it bounce 4 times. He sank no shot, but put the ball in a rather uncomfortable spot.

"Awww, damn," he said, downing 4 shots, "YOU."

William grinned. He hit the green ball and watched as it almost hit it's mark. With a morose look, he drank each shot and winced.

"Alright, your turn."

Greed quickly sank the 3 ball and watched it roll just to the edge of a corner pocket.

"Good luck with THAT," he laughed, downing two shots.