Who: Ares and Greed What: Events following a little conversation. Where: SoHo Grand Hotel When: Thursday, late evening Warnings: I foresee R already.
Greed was a man of good taste and also of great needs and wants. His usual appetite included a different company every night in a different hotel, but only the best. Whatever looked good with tits and a pretty face, Greed probably already had it and was done with it like fashion gone bad. However, as a man of good taste, he was certain not to wander or travel away from instincts and intuition that earned him such a title, including that of the same sex.
Which totally didn't explain why he was waiting at the bar of the hotel for a Greek god, idly playing around with a dollar coin being flipped around his knuckles. Wasn't the agenda to get a hot looking Greek goddess?
Greed supposed he brought it on himself, but that would only ruin the lessons that Pride taught him. After all, all he really wanted and needed was the god's soul and not this strange offer for sex. (This was their god of War, not their God of Lust. Man, the Greeks were so fucked in the head.) It would've been fun playing around with a soul of an immortal, but Greed got someone who had fucked/fucked by Envy and Satan, which was saying something.
Hence his curiosity and hence the reason why tonight he was going against his intuition.