Greed had been thinking a lot lately. It was uncharacteristic for him to be so nostalgic, but here he was, wallowing in his room. He mostly thought about his past, all the people he had met and left behind, but there was also a certain person plaguing his mind. Of course, he doubted she wanted to see him right about now, so he instead stayed planted in bed. He felt guilty, though he thought it was stupid that he was. He had never felt bad about sleeping around before, and he didn't like it. It just felt wrong this time around.

So, to get his mind off of things, he headed down to the tavern. It was both his escape and a place to go when he was looking for a good time. As he settled in at the bar, ordering himself a drink, he scoped out the selection today. There were quite a few lovely ladies out, even some guys if he didn't get his way with the others. He didn't judge, they were all just factors in his fun. He sips on his drink as it's delivered, trying to decide which one he would try first.

[member=1203]APHRA CIPHER .[/member]

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It wasn't uncommon for him to be the one to be approached. While he would be watching and picking, someone else would have already spotted and picked him. Which, of course, he was never upset about. It was just less time between meeting and getting down to the dirty stuff. As she settled in, Greed welcomed her with a grin, nodding in response to her classical question. "Yeah, I do, but what about you? I've never seen your pretty face around here," he purrs, unable to help himself from thinking about when he and someone else had come there before.

He quickly shook the thoughts away, though, finding the guilty feelings attached to them distasteful. Instead he favored ignoring them and focusing on the person in front of him now. "A lovely name. Mine's Greed, a pleasure," he probably would have been a lot less certain about the whole thing if he knew she was related to Caesar in any way, especially since she was his daughter. He wouldn't want to put up with his bickering if he somehow found out.

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Greed nods at her question, downing the rest of his drink and motioning to the bartender for another. He technically was made from his creator's greed, and while it wasn't the same thing as Aphra's case, it was still pretty close. He acted on his feelings of envy and the want to have it all. He might as well have been the sin itself. Swallowing at the burning feeling of the alcohol sliding down his throat, he turns back from staring down at his glass, listening as she describes how she's settled into the Typhoon. He couldn't picture himself being anywhere else, really, and he was glad that there were other people like that, too.

"That's good," he replies with a flicker of his ear. As she asks him a question in turn, he gives yet another nod, sparing a glance about the tavern. "Yeah, I do. I usually hang around down here when I have nothing better to do," he explains with one last sip from his drink. Lately, though, his head had been in the clouds, and every time he returned there, he would stare off into space rather than do what he usually did.

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It was good to hear the tavern would be possibly getting a new regular. Maybe he'd have a new partner in a crime, a wingwoman or something to that degree. "Hey, we welcome you into the club, then. Things can get pretty interesting around here. Bar fights and stuff, yknow?" he says with a chuckle, glancing around as if he expected one to suddenly start up. Naturally there were a few hot-headed patrons that got angry at each other and would get into some drunken argument, or worse, actually start throwing punches. Then after they were done having a fit they'd usually be thrown out. It was always fun to watch and bet who would come out with less bruises.

"Unfortunately. Sometimes you gotta make something to do," he explains, winking behind his shades. Most of the time things were quiet, which was something the panther wasn't too fond of, so it wasn't uncommon for him to cause some sort of havoc.

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