Greed could flip back the liquor like he always did, but something it it made his stomach hit the floor. Either that or it was her flat question. "Give me a minute," he huffed in her direction, cutting his eyes at her like a dagger.
When his head stopped spinning for a moment he stood, the bartender sure he should have fallen face down onto the floor. At first he almost did slipping off the stool. "Got any water with that Jack?" The man ignored the blatant disregard for his real name and held out a glass of water. "Drink that before you walk, those steps are steep." Greed nodded taking the glass with his hand and not looking. He didn't even look at Zoe as he passed by her stumbling up his way up the stairs as he was directed. Fuck. Zoe had the key.