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Log: Complete

When; Sunday, 17th of June, evening(?)
Rating; Teen (a real feat, considering it’s Greed), for swearing, most likely
Characters; Yuffie Kisaragi (

cupofwutaiglory) and Greed (

so_very_greedy)
Summary; Just as he gallantly offered two days previous, Greed takes Yuffie on a tour of the City, especially the bars and other places a innocent and sweet and awesome girl like her shouldn’t be in. Yuffie insists this is NOT a date. A challenge has been issued, and the Wutaian princess is set on mugging the homunculus before the night ends. Just because she so can. Madness, thus, ensues.
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Yuffie waited for Greed on the stairs leading up to her building’s entrance. She looked down at her new green shirt, still impressed at how almost identical it was to the one she’d owned when she’d been fourteen. It was almost melancholy. Only not.

She leaned back, her elbows on some stairs above from where she sat, and looked at the sky to pass time. The ticking was starting to piss her off, so she hoped the man arrived quickly.

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She stopped right behind him, then stepped around to watch. "So this is that bad place people talked about. Looks kinda like Nibelheim."

She looked around, keeping close. "Oh, here, I forgot," she said, dropping an apple into his hand. "Token."

"Eh?" he said, sniffing the apple, "What for? We crossing a bridge?"

They dodged through several alleys and streets, eyes watching them from all around, even if most were out of view.

"Ah! Just up ahead. The large neon sign that says "The Dive"."

"Hah! You wish," she said, ignoring the people that were watching. "Just compensation over the tour. It slipped into my hand without me wanting to take it."

"What is that place...?"

"It's a big club in the Underground. It's full of clubs. We're going in for some drinks, maybe a bit of food, and to see if we fleece some of the big time bosses in there for their hard earned money."

Her grin widened. For some reason, falling back into her thieving routine had a lot of appeal at that moment. It had been ages since she'd done something like this. "Alright, let's go, then."

They reached the door and enter, walking past several large guards into the main entrance way. Loud music and bright lights assailed them as they walked forward to the bar.

"So what do you think? Good place to start?"

"Shiny and loud," she spoke over the noise. But shiny and loud was good, especially when trying to mug people. Victims paid more attention to the music and the dancing, lost in their private little trance, to mind the small figure sneaking through them.

When she'd been young, and learned how to sneak past the guards, these places were the best materia containers. "I like it."

In order to provide them an alibi, Greed tapped the bar and ordered the waiter to bring them a platter of various appetizers. He also ordered a beer pitcher for himself.

"Need anything?" he said, "Just ask."

"No thanks, clean tonight. I have two mother-hens henning me now, and the remnants of a hangover," she said, smiling slightly. Admitedly, pinching her boss's ass while drunk must have been a sight...then again so had pinching it while sober had been one.

But Aeris' disappointed face...she couldn't deal with that one.

"It doesn't have to be alcoholic, ya' know," he said, cracking his neck, "They serve other stuff, too."

"Orange juice, then."

The orders were given and the food soon came back to the table. Greed took a long draught of his alcohol and a few slices of pepperoni from the tray.

"So, you got any marks lined up? I was aiming for that mob-boss lookin' guy," he whispered, pointing to a large gentleman in a suit, flanked by several smaller men in similar garb, "They're dressed nicer, so they have more money."

Yuffie nodded absently, studying the one he'd pointed towards, the scouted the area again. "I think I'll go for pimp-master over there. His jewls scream 'take me, I shine!'" she said, grinning a bit with excitement.

"Well, the huddle's over. Time to break and move," he said, quickly downing the rest of the contents of the pitcher and jumping off his stool.

"Good luck," he said, walking to the his target's table.

Yuffie was already moving in on her target, glad for the music blasting through the club. The pimp-master, so dubbed by her, was dancing near a group of girls, so since Yuffie fit into that category, she slipped into the same group. Dancing around him in time with the music, she craftfully took away each piece of jewelry he had, necklaces, diamods, bracelettes, anything and everything came to have a party in her pocket. When the treasure was collected, she left just as silent as she had arrived.

Greed, on the other hand, did not DO subtlety. He strolled up to the table and shuffled his way into the center of the men, looping arms over some of them.

From a distance, it couldn't be told what he said, but it obviously upset the men around him. They began to yell and argue, drawing gun and knives.

Greed laughed to himself about something and suddenly sprang up, bashing one man in the face. It triggered the other men to attack, creating a self-contained brawl at that table. Surprisingly enough, no one seemed to be taking notice as long as it stayed in that area.

Yuffie, however did take notice, slapping her forehead as she made her way there. From the sidelines, she dryly asked. "Need a hand?"

Greed had several thugs already disarmed and on lock-down.

"Sup, babe! Good to see ya'!" he yelled, tossing several men away, "It's a free for all, your choice!"

And while there was no denying that seeing him fight was nice and all, she did want a bit of action. Last time she had a fight with a person had been months ago, but Yuffie wasn't rusty, quickly dispatching of a few henchmen sent her way.

"Ha ha! I love beautiful women that can fight!" he guffawed, using a snap-kick to send one large, inhuman thug over the bar. This heist had soon become a brawl.

By the time it did become a brawl, Yuffie wondered if they shouldn't scatter away from there. And voiced it. "Shouldn't we le--" Or tried to voice it, but was cut off by a chair being thrown her way. "Know what, nevermind!" she growled, and jumped towards the chair-thrower, intent on showing him how to play--and get their asses kicked--fair.

Greed threw series of rabbit punches and elbows at his enemies, knocking many of them aside, easily. He was only using a small bit of power, as he didn't like to kill weak opponents.

"Come on, bitches!" he yelled, "Come get some of Greed!"

He took a knife in the gut, then broke the hand that wielded it and sent him backwards through a banister.

While Greed was vicious, Yuffie was effective, stunning and knocking all her adversaries unconscious. She was sure somewhere along the line, pimp-master had fell under her punches too, and wasn't that just ironic?

Slowly, between the two of them they managed to thin out all thugs in the bar.

After the deed was done, Greed did a discrete check of all the jewelry and wallets, collecting them.

"Let's go, Yuffie," he said, walking out into the night, "So where do ya' want to go?"

"I dunno, somewhere to relax and kick off the adrenaline, maybe?" she answered, looking at a necklace in the light of the moonlight before putting it on.

"Man, this city is crazy. These have been the weirdest, and first, non-date dates I've ever had."

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