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Who: Greed and Monique Reppyi
When: Saturday late afteroon, July 28th, 2011
Where: Local pub/New York streets
What: Greed is bored and runs into the mortal he'd been interested to catch weeks ago.

Greed was bored. Really bored. It got hotter out leaving less people out on the street that weren't glued to their telephone. He'd actually followed a woman into the coffee shop whose trail he quickly lost when she spent the entire time on her phone. It was fine until she went into the bathroom with her coffee and came out still chatting. That was just gross. After having a venti coconut mocha frappichino he headed back out.

When Greed got bored, strange things happened. Little boys pulled down their pants in the middle of the street with their arms crossed until they went into the toy store. Little girls grabbed their daddy's legs and refused to let go, screaming for candy. Grown men cried like babies when they stepped into dog shit and had to buy new shoes (more like demanded new shoes). He'd spent days cooped up after Patience took an underhanded swing. Then Sloth ran him ragged. There was a wave of listlessness that Greed only had when he was around Sloth for too long. It was depressing. He'd wallow for hours.

He made sure to avoid the park today as Patience had ruined that little trip. He sucked down the icy part of his frappicino through the fat straw with as much noise as he could make. Maybe someone would pay him some attention. Attention he would have or he could get nasty.

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Monique had half the day off today, seeing as how Anthony was off chasing down leads and conducting client interviews out of the office. "Boring Saint-y business," he'd said with a smile. "I can handle it, go and have the afternoon off, enjoy the day." He'd made little shooing motions until she'd grabbed her purse and left, waving goodbye over her shoulder.

She'd stopped at a street cart for one of those giant pretzels and a frozen lemonade. She hadn't eaten a proper lunch, but it would tide her over until she got home. She was just making her way to the subway station when she saw the sun glinting off a familiar head of blonde hair. It was that bloke she'd met in a bar a few weeks ago.

She walked up next to him, smiling. "Hey," she said. "Chance, right? We met a couple of weeks ago."

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He squinted over his shoulder, still sucking down the last of his coconut frapp. It hadn't lasted long, as Greed sometimes held similar tendencies as his brother Gulluttony. It was hard to enjoy things for any length of time. The drawback was Greed always wanted another. At least none of the sugar went to his ass.

When his eyes adjusted to the girl, his face grew wide with a smile. She sought him out hadn't she? Score. It seemed the other Sins had mortals, he'd been digging for one. He had to admit, she was a lot prettier in the sun.

"Monique?" He was ready to greet her with more than just a grin. A hug would be forward, but Greed never much cared for formalities. That was left for church, and even then he broke the rules.

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"Yeah, that's right," she said, secretly pleased that he'd remembered. Because hot damn, he was dishy. She'd meant to get his number before she'd left that night, but she'd forgotten, and by the time she remembered, he'd disappeared.

"So what brings you out this way?" she asked.

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He hadn't bothered to get her last name before, but if she was going to stick around it might not be a bad idea. Greed smiled, it seemed so wide that every tooth in his mouth was showcased. "Of course," he started as if it had been no big deal, "you were the best thing I saw all night." That was until he was distracted elsewhere, probably by another Sin. It was customary for him to stop what he was doing to visit or pester his brethren.

He threw out his plastic cup, by handing it off to a kid when Monique was looking in the other direction. He didn't use trash cans. It was something a Virtue would do. He shrugged as she instigated further (that meant he could latch on). "Just out. It's a nice day." He could play good.

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She grinned and flushed prettily, ducking her head. "Well...thanks," she said. "There was no one in that place that could match you, I was sort of surprised when you stopped next to me."

"It is that," she agreed. "I've got the afternoon off, I wanted to enjoy the nice weather while it lasts. Thought about heading home soon-ish."

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He perked up not at her compliment but her observation of home. Was that an invite? Greed would invite himself either way.

He grinned wide, showing off those pearly whites. "Me? Handsome? No..." he shook his head seemingly unimpressed that she found him attractive as he put his hands into his pockets. Humble. That's right, girls liked that. It meant her eyes would go even more starry.