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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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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.

William blinked a few times to clear his eyesight, he hit blue 10, a dorky grin lit his face as the ball went in.

He moved around the table, studying it very carefully,"So, why were you created in the first place?" He asked.

Greed held the cue across his shoulders like a stave and tilted his head up, thinking.

"Well, why would someone create a servant? To serve. To do his dirty work. To destroy what he wants destroyed."

William blinked and then nodded. He hit the brown ball and once again it went in. Cue dorky grin yet again.

"Yes, I can understand that." William thought about Tres for a moment, nothing but a killing doll till he was saved.

"Anyway, I got tired of that. I needed to chase my OWN goals. So I ran the fuck away after a century. Got fed up," he said, cursing under his breath, "You're still gonna' drink, Will. You'll miss."

Greed checked the table, looking for weaknesses, then cracked his neck.

"Yo, you know Caterina, right? What's she like? She really honor-bound to only have sex after marriage?"

For a moment William thought he heard wrong but Greed's smirk proved that he hadn't. He blinked, looked at the pool table and then tried to hit a ball but things got a little blurry around the edges. He hadn't drank that much. Sighing, he leaned against the pool table and looked at Greed. So much for a fun, simple game.

"Why do you want to know?"

Greed readied more shots and grinned.

"Her sizes, her interests, things like that! Ya' can't tell me you've never thought about tappin' that!"

William felt a little sick. Oh dear.

"I have not, I've known her Eminence since she was 13!" He exclaimed.

Greed looked a bit perplexed.

"...Yeah. And?"

For a moment, William was lost for words and then he walked up to Greed until they were only two feet apart.

"I happen to think of Caterina as a great friend." Then his gaze narrowed, "And your too old for her." He snapped.

He needed a drink, he really needed a drink. Seeing the shot glasses lined up, he downed 4 in less then a minute.

Greed whistled and clapped in admiration.

"That's the way, Pops! Knock it back!" he said, pouring some more rounds, "Not on my level, but still good."

He cracked his neck and stared back at Will, unphased.

"I'm over 300. EVERY girl is too young. Please don't throw your human sense of morality onto a homunculus, thanks. I decide my own scruples. It's not like I'd treat her bad!"

William shook his head, "I know your a good man Greed."

A thoughtful look crossed his face, "Caterina has been doing her job for a long time. She believes in the fight for a better future."

"Makin' peace between the two races? Yeah, that sounds good. I never understood Radu's whole deal. He seems like a nice enough guy if he wasn't under Big D's thumb and wasn't a flamin' bigot."

He glanced at the table, confused, "Uh, I forgot, is it my turn?"