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When; December 16, night
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Greed

so_very_greedy and Olivia Armstrong

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Summary; After much coaxing and effort, Greed manages to go out with Olivia Armstrong. Will he survive her?
Log;
Greed arrived on time, as usual. He was dressed sans vest, as the weather really didn't call for it. He rapped gently on Olivia's door and called out to her.

"Oi, oi, Olivia. It's me, Greed. You ready?"

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Pale blue eyes turned toward the door, lips tugging down for a moment. Still dressed in her military uniform, for she would not be sporting a dress despite the fact she had admitted to liking them, she did toss her fur-lined coat away. Like heck she needed fur anyway.

Moving toward the door, she wondered if she was crazy, though figured that given what he was, it would be a chance to learn something. That, and whether or not her blade would actually pierce his flesh, he should at least know better than to try anything.

"Greed," she stated, in way of greeting, one eye peering up at him, not failing to note the use of her first name, though in a circumstance like this, it was acceptable enough. "Yes, I'm ready."

"Excellent. I know a nice, private little steakhouse down the way. Shouldn't take but a ten minutes to get there," he said, gesturing for her to walk beside him, "You look beautiful in that uniform, as usual."

She was certainly the wary type, but he had cracked tough nut before. It was the same with all things. Time and persistence always paid off in the end.

"I'm glad you could come. Eatin' alone sucks."

She fell in line beside him, moving to match his steps to her own. Tilting her head, her eyebrow twitched, as a faint smirk tugged her lips up. "Beauty has nothing to do with the uniform. It's about being prepared."

Her gaze turned away as abruptly as it had turned on him and she kept her eyes straight ahead. Truth of the matter was, she found the heat annoying as hell, and missed the icy cold of Brigg's Cliff. She'd been there long enough that it had all but become a part of her.

Although she could guess the true intention of his words, she instead chose a different route. "Yes. Troublesome, that ticking. Can't get a moments peace alone here without that darned ringing echoing in your head."

"That's why it's nice to blot out the din with conversation and good food. Both of which it looks like I have tonight. So, how have ya' been gettin' along around here? Job situation and everything panning out? Make any new friends?"

He placed his glasses in an inner pocket of his vest and scratched his chin, looking up at the sky.

"Hard to believe that the whole scene up there could just be faked. For all we know the world doesn't extend beyond the boundaries of this island. I don't think these guys would go through the trouble of buildin' a whole world for us."

Eyes the color of ice and with just about as much emotion once more studied Greed for a moment. While at times she could easily make a judgment, Olivier really had no clue what to make of him. The only homunculus she had encountered had been a lackwit.

"Friends? You could say that. As for a job, no, nothing yet actually."

Her eyes followed his to the sky for a moment, the pale blonde bang falling from her face as she looked up. "Strange enough we were brought here. I wouldn't be too surprised if it was a couple of lab rats getting the last laugh, to tell you the truth. This place makes runs by its own rules."

"Yeah. Weird, huh? I'm a pretty egotistical guy, but learnin' about all these other worlds makes even ME feel small. Gets my mind workin' on ways out. There's GOTTA' be a way to reach another world than Amestris. Got to."

He spotted the steakhouse in the distance and walked a little ahead of her, going to the door and opening it for her.

"Right in here, Olivia," he said, bowing, "It's a good place."

"I'm quite happy, or was I should say, back there. Considering how messed up our world is, I would not be surprised to find worlds that were just as bad, though in different ways."

Her eyes narrowed, thinking back to the last thing that she remembered doing; going to central. Despite her best efforts, her lips tugged upward into a slight smile at Greed's antics as she gave a tip of her head in acknowledgment, entering into the establishment.

"Thank you... Greed."

"No problem," he said, entering after her. He spoke to the hostess and let her escort them to their seats at a private table. She placed down two menus and left them.

"They've got good, filling food here. I'm goin' for the Porterhouse T-bone with a side of ribs and a baked potato. How about you?"

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