Just HIVE things (Bloo)

When she teased him by turning away at the last minute he let out a huff of annoyance, crossing his arms and leaning back against the table. He wasn't very good at being teased with what he wanted, he was more accustomed to just getting whatever he wanted. "I'm not gonna say. Have to leave something as a secret, aye?" He grabbed her drink, not bothering getting her permission, and finishing it off in a sip before asking for another.

If he was aware of the men watching them, he didn't show it.

Greed smirked at the girl, who seemed to be starting to get a little tipsy. He was interested to see how she'd be with less inhibitions. That's when the five men showed up, and Greed figured out that Lust is a violent drunk! He laughed loudly when she threw the poor sap over the bar. "I didn't figure you for the type to throw the first punch, heh."

He looked to the remaining four men, considering drawing his weapons and making this conversation extra civil, but not really wanting to deal with the police quite yet. "Ya can see we're busy, aye? So can't you just go mug someone else? I swear, amateurs these days just walking up to people and asking them to come out an get mugged... what happened to the good old days? Criminals used to have to put in actual effort!"

It seemed these thugs thought Greed was the scary one here, and two went for him while one went for Lilith. He let out a tired sigh, turning around and facing the men. "Crap..."

He tried to defend himself, but quickly caught a hook to the face and stumbled back. It didn't hurt too bad but it proved that he wasn't going to be as efficient as Lust was with this. She handled her foe quickly and was already flirting with a child. Typical.

Another rather hard kick to his gut shook Greed from his thoughts and had him fall on the floor. Lucky he was so durable and it didn't hurt too bad. That didn't change that he was getting annoyed. He reached into his boot and pulled out his knife, an effect that the kid would feel immediately if his powers were magic based. Greed was officially sick of getting kicked around. So when the next boot came in, he slashed the knife into the poor man's thigh, making him scream out and stumble back. His friend caught him...

but Greed was already on his feet, having recovered from those soft blows easily and delivering a swift kick between the mans legs. He fell with a pathetic squeal, and dropped his friend. Greed gave them each a stomp to shut them up before turning back to Lust. "No please, don't all help at once. I had it under control the whole time."

To prove his point, he spit back at the two losers, then looked at the kid. "Who's the brat?"

As Lust initiated the boy, Greed was more worried about a few scuffs of his jeans and shirt. Those stupid humans had to start a fight with him right after he stole these new pants. He had half a mind to put them out of their misery, but figured that'd just draw too much attention. So he settled for grabbing their wallets before heading back to Lust. "Did I miss something here? What's with this guy.... eh, never mind. You think he's got the talent, I'll believe ya."

Greed started counting the cash he'd just scored, and threw a hundred dollar bill on the counter. Lust said the magic words. "We're definitely getting a drink. Let's ditch this place though, it's gotten a little trashy."

Greed glanced at the kid, smirking. "I'll see you around, kid."

Then he'd lead them to another bar, this one seemed to be a more suit and tie kind of place which made Greed stick out. He didn't really care about standing out though. At all.

Greed decided that drunk Lust was a LOT more fun than the sober Lust. For one, it didn't seem like she was holding anything back, something that sober Lust always seemed to imply. And two, she seemed less interested in standing around and talking about their usual boring crap! It was perfect. "A nightclub you say?"

He walked through this place, now looking at it with a frown. He swiped a nice lemon-y martini for each of them off a tray a lady was carrying to a table, the gave a huff. "That sounds way cooler than this snobby place now that you mention it. Let's go now."

He'd hand her her drink, smirking as he wrapped his arm around her waist and started heading for the back door. He'd be able to lead them to the nightclub, but if she wanted to he'd let her without complaint.