RL for Greed;

[ironysoul]

Al had asked for a worldhop on the community. He'd told both Ed and Winry that he was going to Lior, but he could feel the pressure and anger growing inside him. He didn't want to explode again at his father -- Hohenheim was one of the only people left who wasn't pissed at him for something. And he didn't want to be that easy to find.

So instead, he had his ride take him to Dublith. He wove his way through the city streets, passing Sensei's home and the butcher shop, until he made his way to a very familiar bar.

This time of night, even the heaviest drinkers had retired, so Al moved through the darkened bar and into a shadowy corner. There he crouched, his hands resting on his knees, and he waited for some unsuspecting victim -- preferably the homonculus -- to make an appearance.

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[material_guy]

A messy confrontation that was big enough to require his physical presence was definitely something a crew should drink to! But, typical "business" hours (not to be confused with bar hours or any other number of business hours, for Greed was a mogul of many businesses) were nine at night to one in the morning, and it seemed the rest of his crew took that night's overtime to be their party time.

Maybe they were avoiding him? Naah, they loved him!
Maybe they loved their jobs so much it was like a party on its own? Greed was sure he made everything he was involved in more fun!
Maybe they knew there was another job being run first thing in the AM, and they actually needed sleep? Not the best of hours, but he couldn't help when the trains came in... Yet.

Whatever the case, he was there to drink alone. Lesser men had a complex about drinking alone, but there was something enjoyable about dismissing the robotic bar keep to go charge herself for tomorrow and pouring your own drinks at your own bar. It was one of those benefits of being a being who didn't need sleep.