[It's a piss-poor idea to drink on the job, and Greed normally never entertains the thought. But it's a slow night, and he's off in an hour, and the kid looks so tempting right now, wide-eyed and flushed cheeks, oh, he can't resist.
His tongue slides against his finger (a little because he doesn't have room on his wrist thanks to those leather bracelets he wears; mostly because he wants Ling to turn red as he thinks about Greed's mouth and fingers), wetting it enough to take a little salt. It's been forever since he's done this, but it's a fun little ritual.
A glass is procured one-handed; tequila is poured (his own shot is a little bigger than Ling's, because he himself is a little bigger than Ling), and he flashes a grin.]
Remember to swallow.
[And with that absolutely-not-innuendo-no-sir advice given, he licks the salt off his finger and downs the shot.]
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[It's a piss-poor idea to drink on the job, and Greed normally never entertains the thought. But it's a slow night, and he's off in an hour, and the kid looks so tempting right now, wide-eyed and flushed cheeks, oh, he can't resist.
His tongue slides against his finger (a little because he doesn't have room on his wrist thanks to those leather bracelets he wears; mostly because he wants Ling to turn red as he thinks about Greed's mouth and fingers), wetting it enough to take a little salt. It's been forever since he's done this, but it's a fun little ritual.
A glass is procured one-handed; tequila is poured (his own shot is a little bigger than Ling's, because he himself is a little bigger than Ling), and he flashes a grin.]
Remember to swallow.
[And with that absolutely-not-innuendo-no-sir advice given, he licks the salt off his finger and downs the shot.]