Greed

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Walking into the bar that Pride had told him had good drinks and service, Greed felt at home, everyone was taking part in their very own greediness, whether it was cheating on their spouse or just having a one night stand.

He sat down right at the counter, watching with interest as everyone grinded on each other at the dance floor, drink spilling out of cups and messy lipsticks stains on everyone.

"God, that's gonna take forever to clean up" a rough voice grunted as a man stepped out from a open door, glaring at the sticky dance floor and people slipping over drinks.

Greed stared at him, not feeling a drop of greed from the perfect creature right in front of him "and who are you" he purred looking right at him.

Greed watched as the mans head spun and then his body, and on the shirt was a name tag, Greyson.

With a smile, he ordered something sweet and caught the glass that Greyson, the apparent bartender sent harshly down the bar, nearly slopping it everywhere and staring back into the crowd.

And that's where Greed felt the greediness seeping out of the boys pores "you want to experience that" he spoke without thinking and a look of confusion appeared on the bartenders face.

He smiled, and Greyson froze "your Greed" he spoke, his eyes dulling slightly at the knowledge and heading into the back.

Interesting, this had to be the first person to ever not want a conversation with a Deadly Sin, it made Greed, greedy to know why.

And also extremely greedy to have the tan flesh in his hand so he could mold it and bruise it. God, and if anything Greed always got anything he desired.

Hopping the bar, the Deadly Sin started after the bartender, ready to get what he is greedy for.