So I've been hearing a lot about this party going around on the network. Now, I'm a man for parties, but my job got in the way. Sounded like it was pretty interesting to say the least. I would have had a blast, personally. Or at least, I would have made it a little more exciting... maybe. If I felt like it. I probably should have just skipped out ( Read more... )

*Oh, well, looks like he didn't have to wait long for his powers to come back. That feeling deep down inside his core was back. His stone. Philosipher's stone ( Read more... )

*Greed was nursing on a bottle of beer at the bar. He had taken off his tux' bowtie, letting his dress shirt lay open a few buttons up top, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wasn't one for formal things. It made him feel all stuffy and just.. ugh. He taps his foot on the floor irritatedly, looking at the walls, his knuckles a light red color ( Read more... )

*The phone is jostled from it's hook and hangs off the nightstand as Greed smacks the alarm clock that was screaming at him. There's a rustle of bedsheets as he tries to fall back asleep, wrapping his arm around whoever was in bed next to him ( Read more... )