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[Gabriel's not exactly glowing, that would be weird. But there's something different about him, something that's a little brighter and hell, he feels good. more alive than he's felt since he got here, maybe even before then. Maybe he had to loose it before he realised how much his Grace meant to him

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[A sharp hiss, then a whooping whistle.] That's impressive!

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Skittles. You've never had Skittles? [Gabriel can't help but be surprised about that. Skittles had been his snack of choice- along with M&Ms of all varieties since he'd first tried them.] I'll Snap you up a few packs. Nothing better to take the edge off, seriously.

[Gabriel's pressing the little colourful candies between his lips again, nodding along. He knows about Alchemy. Hell, he knew John Dee at Leuven. Of course... none of that stuff had ever worked. Not in his Universe. But Gabriel would be the first to admit that perhaps he didn't know as much as he'd always thought he had.] We have them. Well, the idea of them. Alchemy... never worked, back home. Magical and soothe-saying. It was... interesting though. The elements, the balance of Humors.

[He ducks his head slightly, looking back up again] I doubt you need me to be telling you this, but artificial or not doesn't matter one whit. It isn't about where you come from. My Dad put me together with light and power. Not much more to me than that. It's about what you do. [Even the

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Can't say I've had the pleasure. [A few more find their way into his mouth and he rubs them with his tongue, sucking the sour-sweet right out of them.] Skittles, huh? I'll have to remember that. [Greed flashes a smile right back.] Snap me some, eh? It'd be appreciated, but it's not entirely necessary.

[He's after bigger and better things - Skittles just don't cut it.] Ha! I've always said the same thing - doesn't matter who or what you are, it's what you can do. That's what interests me. People are quick to judge and bring their hammers down on whatever is strange. [His eyes thicken again, pupils widening then thinning out.] I want it all; everything. Every reject, every saint, every warm body. [Greed quickly turns, but he can't hide his shivers. His spine tingles and he's so thirsty he could damn well cry!] Everything has a price, a purpose, and a reason.

[He sets a glass down and wields a knife from under the bar. It's small, nothing to do any damage with.] Can't do a Zombie - don't know what it is. But I'll make you something

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[Gabriel's always been fascinated by artists. Creativity isn't a trait his Father gave all his Children, Angels didn't receive that blessing, they've had to learn it. So when someone is creative, when someone... makes art, well, Gabriel has to watch. And this is art, certainly. He's leaning forward, elbow on the bar-top (thankfully un-sticky) and rests his chin in his hand, taking in every movement, every motion as Greed goes about his work. Frankly, it's wonderful to watch and Gabriel is enjoying himself, even more so when the glass is pushed in front of him, ready for him to sample. He licks his lips on impulse and sits up straight again, hands moving to encircle the drink]

AMF? You're going to have to explain that one to me. [He's pulling the drink closer though, picking up the glass with reverence and his lips quirk upwards at the rainbow of colours bubbling through the liquid. Very nice

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[Greed is glad to see the sheer join on the angel's face. It beats through him - Gabriel's smile is like a little spark and he can't help but to smile back.] An Adios Mother Fucker. Something the Gang brought back from the barracks, I suppose. [He turns then, back to the bottles of liquor. He hooks each in his fingers and pushes them back onto the shelves.]

[Then Gabriel drops the bomb.]

[The big bomb.]

[Greed all but stops, his movements still. Everything stops. His shoulders tense, the veins in his arms and hands quiver. His head bows with a heavy weight and he's laughing. But that jovial laugh has turned a bit ugly, sick in his throat like a fever. Greed can feel that heat rising off his neck, sticking to the leather of his vest. Sweat dots his hidden brow.]

[He gingerly reaches to his side for the scotch, which had been placed there at some point during the conversation. He lulls it down, but even that burns - and oh Heavenly Father, he has sinned. He is sin - flesh, blood, mind, soul. Souls; all mingling into one, forming him

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[Shit, that's a rapid change, and not one Gabriel was expecting. The laugh itself is enough to cut through anyone, and although Gabriel has seen a lot more than just anyone, it still unsettles him. Part of him wants to reach forward, to place his hand on Greed's shoulder and force quiet; but he doesn't. He asked the question, he should hear out the answer. Besides, he's never met this manner of man before, his not-man, and who knows if that would even work on him? Or if Gabriel would simply absorb it and feel this same burning need that consumes Greed

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[Greed's eyes settle with heavy lids. Seems like his rant is over, the quakes of his body are only faint and infrequent now. His eyebrows curl and his smile is but a line - no teeth this time.] I always find a way. [Find a way for what he wants, what he needs: that was what the former Devil's Nest was for. And the people that resided in it were - ]

[- Greed flushes it away. Can't think about that right now.]

I can only assume. [He rubs at his throat, fingers grazing the under palette of his chin. It is very strange to him, the feeling there - yes, his thirst for more, but also that pain. It is minor, nothing special, nothing that really bothers him to the point that he's actually feeling it, but it's there. He shrugs his shoulders and drops his hand.]

Don't get me wrong - I won't tell you a lie, not now, not ever. I rolled out the red carpet for Dad's demise, but I wasn't the one who swung the last hit. No, he made sure to kill me good and proper that time. [And there he is, talking and starting up another drink. He drops four

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[Gabriel watches, watches the man in front of him move and drink and speak and Gabriel is interested, genuinely interested in what he has to say. All the things he speaks of seem so strange to him- sin made real, into leaving breathing creatures consumed by their natures. But the man in front of him, the very spirit of Greed and Want, well, he doesn't seem as cold a creature as one mind imagine...

But then again, why would Greed be a cold creature? Greed would be loud and full of life, full of spirit and lust and hunger and raw need and maybe those are some of the things Gabriel can see now, can see in the way Greed drinks with a never-ending thirst, why he seems to tremble under the weight of everything he seeks.

Gabriel actually feels a little sorry for him. Can he feel anything but that hunger? Gabriel supposes he must, but he doesn't know for sure. Hells, he can't imagine what tvwould be like, his very existence ruled by just the one sin.]I can't pretend that I know exactly how you feel. But... Well. My brothers and sisters

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You and me both - everything here is more interesting.. [Greed places his shades back over his eyes, hiding them away again. The storm has past, but that want still brews deep. He can be slightly satisfied with company though; he's always wanted that. And Gabriel's a good sport about everything, despite any preconceived notions Greed may have had about the whole angel thing. No, no judgments coming from the angel - he listens well and speaks about everything Greed wants to know.]

Winchester duo? [He perks at that and cants his head, showing off one of his eyes.] Are they angels too, like you? [Greed doesn't know a "winchester" if it bit him in his ass, so he'll ask the stupid question.] If you have friends, you should bring them by sometime. I'll promise them the same deal I gave you - I'll give them a percent off for a display, if they're willing. [Because it matters who comes through those doors - interesting people, people wanting to have a good time. And if they're anything like Gabriel, Greed would be happy to bend some of his

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[It's a pity those sunglasses are slid on again, those eyes are so expressive and so very very interesting. Windows to the soul someone said, right? Maybe not exactly to the soul, but they certainly said something. Still, with a little bit of effort Gabriel could see past them.] Everyone here is more interesting.

[He waves the suggestion that the Winchesters could be angels away. Dad in Heaven, that's pretty much the stupidest thing he's heard in a long time and it makes him grin.] Humans. They hunt... supernatural creatures. Try and stop the Apocalypse. That sort of thing. Dean would appreciate the offer of money-off booze but I doubt he'd be able to do anything but sharp-shooting or hustling pool.

Don't tempt me. [Gabriel grins, clicking himself behind the bar and glancing around at the bottles, humming softly to himself, pulling a couple towards him and grabbing a glass, and, on reflection, a second one for himself too.] Scotch has it's place. But for a man that wants it all? There are better drinks.

[And it's true. But he

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Humans, huh? And they don't hunt you down. [He points at Gabriel, throws his finger up and down his body.] I know the type - sorta. Most humans were afraid of my kind, though they had their reasons. Me? I don't really care. Humans will be humans and some are better than others. [Unlike his kin, he wants no ill will towards humans. They're just another thing he wants - some, to rule. Others, well. Greed of the flesh is another thing entirely.] I like a good hustler - had one or two back in the day. Bring 'em by next time, will ya? I'll make it worth the trouble. Even without the show, I'm sure I can offer something that would make them want to come on by.

[Because Greed likes a full bar and these Winchesters - well, he's interested. A sharp-shooter and a pool hustler sound right up his alley. But he shrugs and crosses one leg over the other, bouncing his heel. His boots are incredibly pointed and they tap against the frame of the bar rhythmically.] I'm all about temptation, Gabriel. It's kind of my thing. [He loves the guy, really.

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These ones? They hunted me down. Wasn't exactly... myself back then. Well, this version of myself. Thought they'd killed me, let them go on thinking that. It was entertaining, for a while. [He shrugs. The Winchesters were fun, until fun went out of the window and it was all serious business.] The one that's here, he likes a drink. Too much, really. I'll see if he wants to come along. No promises. He does what he wants, always has done, always will. [Besides, Gabriel has a pretty strong feeling that Dean will instantly reject anywhere Gabriel tries to take him, and he's not just going to Snap him here. Building trust, etc.

Gabriel grins, screwing the shaker lid on tight and making a show of that too. He saw it in a bar in New York once, and that's enough for an Angel of the Lord to copy it.] I guess it's pretty much your area of expertise? [Although yes, he can recall Luci too, with that bright grin and bright eyes and the easy mannerisms and yes, temptation was his forte too

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I understand - just figured I'd extend the invitation. [The shaker spins and Greed watches it like a cat. His body seems to twitch. The tumbler falls into Gabriel's hands and Greed's all but ready for that drink. He's got a body that can actually feel the weight of booze, so he'll enjoy it while it lasts.] Pretty much is and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

[Because everyone wants something, don't they? He watches the drink pour out and that red color is to die for. Literally. Greed has a love/hate relationship with the color red - it's him, locked away under flesh and blood, muscle and bone. The Philosopher's Stone is hot and crimson; bloody, vile, and beautiful. Both times, when he finally met a right demise, it had been for that stone. Now it's his again, hidden away, waiting to explode once his clock's up. A month's time and he'll be ready to fulfill all his promises and show this new world what he's got. Shock and amaze folks - come on up and meet the not-man. He's sure to blow your top right off.[Greed takes the glass - he's not

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[Gabriel watches. He makes things. Realities and creatures and food and drink and stories, and he likes to know how others react, what the think about his creations. Hell, he's not an artist, but he likes attention, maybe not to the extent Greed seems to yearn for, but still. The hunger behind those sun-glasses is evident. He doesn't lap it down at quiet the same speed. He swallows some, the edge of the glass resting against his lip as he swallows. Not judging himself, because even if he'd added dishwater into the mix, he's an archangel, and it would taste like Nectar and Honey. Sure, he's a bit of a fraud, a jack of all trades and a master of none, but that's always the way it's been.

And then Gabriel almost chokes. It's good he can't, but the surprise isn't pleasant.] Shit no! Fuck. I... No. I didn't explain. I've got myself a ward. A little girl I'm looking after. [Thank Dad he doesn't have to breath. But he sets the cocktail glass down, trying to recover a bit of a smile

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Oh - ho! Sorry about that. Wouldn't haven't guessed you a father figure, but - you're just full of surprises, aren't you? [Greed takes another long drag from his drink before finally setting it down. He pats down his vest, finds a pack of smokes, and grabs one. He's only smoked a few times - mostly with his Gang from back in the day - and he doesn't mind it. It gives him something to dull the ache, though in all honesty that is entirely a farce. It's never gone.]

[A thin stick is pulled out and shoved between his teeth. He drags over a nearby pack of matches that has his bar's logo etched onto the top cruelly. A shake and a couple slide out. He flicks them on his leather pants and lights the tip. A few puffs sends smoke billowing out and he tossed the matches into his near-empty glass of scotch. He'll taint that instead of the nice drink Gabe's made for him. Can't spoil good things.] A Hindi goddess? Don't know the religion, but a goddess sounds like she'd be fun. [Greed smiles wide at the prospect - a goddess would be a good dance

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I try to be. No point in being what people expect me to be. [And adopting a little girl is a little odd, especially for an Archangel. Blessing them and every so often looking in to make sure they're not dead is more angel style, but what can Gabriel say? He can't be so blasé, not after he's, as Loki of course, had a family of his own.

And at the mention of Kali being fun he gives a little snort.] Fun is one word. She's not everyone's taste, I guess but... [But Gabriel still has a soft spot for her. How can he not, when she can summon that many extra hands at will. Although those hands weren't always the most gentle.] If she ever ends up here, I'll tell her to drop by. You might not be able to stand for a week afterwards, but you probably wouldn't want to either.

[The smoking doesn't bother him. He doesn't need to breath, and even after a month of having to do it, not doing it is what he's used to. He's not about to complain. Besides, he's enjoying watching Greed move, eyes shifting over him as Gabriel drains his own cocktail far