[.There are more than Seven Sins, you know.]x[.FMA.Greed.]x[.Part2.]

As you entered the large basement of the building, it took a minute for your eyes to adjust the low lighting. You absent-mindedly fingered the hem of your overly-large t-shirt as you noted that the Devils Nest was a bar.
'How charming', You mused, following the strange man over to the bar. He sat down, and you followed, glancing around at the people that were there. Your eyes wandered over to the man as he ordered a drink, then turned his attention to you. For the first time you got a good look at his eyes - cold, golden eyes that burned right through you. You felt your cheeks burning, so you tore your gaze from his as a drink was set down in front of you.
"Hey," The man said, and you turned thinking that it was you he was addressing. You blinked, realizing that he was speaking to a man dressed in something similar to a tan karate gi, so you sat and listened.
"Back already, Crimson?" The oddly-dressed man addressed the one that had lead you here, not taking any notice of you. 'Crimson' simply nodded and took a sip of his drink.
"Where's Greed?" 'Crimson' asked the man, sounding as if he really couldn't care.
"In the ba-" The oddly-dressed man was cut off.
"Good, go get him." The man frowned, but nodded and turned, walking away. You heard 'Crimson' muttering something indistinguishable as he turned to you, looking you over. "So, you got a name?"
It took you a moment to realize that he was speaking to you again, as you had gotten lost in his piercing eyes. "Huh? Oh, yeah, well...sort of. Not really." You mumbled, looking down at the drink in your hands that you still hadn't tried. "What about you? I heard that other man call you 'Crimson'..."
He laughed a half-empty laugh and finished off his drink. "You can call me Kimblee, doll." You were about to respond when someone stepped between the two of you and began speaking with the bartender.
*gasp* Is it- (Me: Yes.) *shriek* (Me: >_o;; FANGIRL! *point*)
Oh, oh, it's Greedy isn't it. ^-^; (Me: <_ <; Hai.)
Kimbleeeee...*melt* (Me: Oi, you're in the wrong quiz. <_ <;; ...But Kimblee is hawt. ^^;; ) *nodnod*
"Oi, Greed." You heard Kimblee's voice, and the man now identified as Greed turned and looked down at Kimblee. You heard them speaking in a hushed manner for a moment before Greed stepped back and looked at you, you looking back up at him in return.
Your eyes locked first on his brown, roughly spiked hair, then slid a bit lower to his eyes hiding behind perfectly round glasses, then downwards again to his shark-toothed grin...
You were shaken out of your observation of him as he took hold of your chin, leaning in uncomfortably close to your face, and brushing a rough thumb across the tattoo on your cheek. His grin seemed to widen as he leaned back a bit, still holding your chin in his hand, and spoke.
"What's your name, kid?" You opened your mouth to answer, but found you were unable to speak with him so close, and pulled back a bit.
"Indescision." You mumbled, trying to decide what to do about his hand that was still on your face. You could see Kimblee smirking unpleasantly out of the corner of your eye and scowled at him, making his smirk widen. Greed hummed appreciatively at your name, then released your face and stood at his full height.
"You're in luck, babe. I think I have the perfect job for you..."
>_o; Oh no. What kind of job is it...? (Me: Nothing dirty! Jesus, get your mind out of the gutter.)
*gigglesnicker* (Me: Oh dear lord, don't make me repeat myself. <_ <; )
o.o; Oh? I wonder what kind of job it is. ^^ (Me: x_x; I like you. You're not a pervert. XD)
Er...I think this was probably really short. D: I'm sorry. Please remember to at least rate, if you don't message. ^^ Thanks, lovelies!