This place needed to wear him the fuck out, and he'd never said that about himself. Whatever alien Satan had rooted in his head was doing it's damage. Slowly. That's what was killing him because Greed hated anticipation. If they wanted to kill him why didn't they just do it already?
They stepped inside straight towards the gambling tables. He rubbed his hands together with a little giggle. Chips first, then table. Of course swiping a few chips in between from unsuspecting patrons was a must. He couldn't spend all his money. Use someone else's too!
"That one over there looks like it needs a round of sexy?" He motioned for Glutt to follow with their two gorgeous girls, plopping right in the middle of a full table. They couldn't start with an empty one, where was the fun with no one else to break?