He'd thought the alcohol would loosen her up. No such luck, she was still being an ass. Greed nursed his glass of water, raking it in slower gulps and swallows.
When Zoe finally showed her face Greed mocked her nice 'Merry Christmas' silently to her turned head. He sucked in his lips when the door finally opened and he followed her in. He needed a little more water and a little more time before getting down to business. Sadly, he wasn't even in the mood.
The room itself was so tiny that the bed took up one half of the room. The shower was literally a palette on the floor with a hooked shower head from the wall and a see-through curtain. There was a toilet, both at the other end. That was practically it.
Greed flopped on the bed once inside. He was so tired. His muscles still aching and he hadn't done anything yet. He left room for Zoe to sit until his head wasn't completely spinning in circles.
"I feel like I'm dying!" He whined, and ir wasn't the alcohol.