InsaneJournal

Las Vegas was one of Greed's favorite haunts. The city was so lively filled with thousands of neon colors. With a catty grin he bounced down the street sucking in all the adoring public. Tourists came there to play big money and lose big money. Wealthy men came to get more wealth, but it was the newbs that were the best targets. They were like wide-eyed deer caught in the headlights. If they weren't blinded by the lights they were peeled off the floor when their pockets were empty. Greed wasn't just the idea of consuming material possessions until there was nothing left, a easy brother to gluttony. In his old form, Avarice couldn't bear to be parted with his possessions. He was very much anorexic and bulimic in the realm of money and worldly goods. He could make you rich. He could drive you to poverty. There were two sides to his abuse.

The ladies were also quite the catch in this vast city. He'd been following a newlywed couple for the last five minutes. Fresh meat. They'd be fun to corrupt by the end of the night. With a spin he crossed the street with them, just a shadow on their heels. He didn't even see the car breaking the light.

He tumbled over the hood, crashing to the ground. He stood with a shocked face brushing off his suit.

"I'm walking here!" he held out his arms. That should have hurt but Greed was more resilient than an average person.