[Ling is bad at plans and worse at business but he isn't a complete moron; if he doesn't want to do something he just isn't going to do it. He loves the attention, but how many people does Greed take to the alley whenever he wants? He has no idea, but he's sure he isn't particularly unique, so.
So, whiskey, apparently. He gives Greed one more look, eyes narrowed, defiant even as he picks up the glass and downs it without nearly as much hesitation as the last one. Give him a second—
And there comes the coughing, Ling rubbing at his neck like that's going to help lessen the sting. He wants to look at pretty cocktails again instead of this...]
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So, whiskey, apparently. He gives Greed one more look, eyes narrowed, defiant even as he picks up the glass and downs it without nearly as much hesitation as the last one. Give him a second—
And there comes the coughing, Ling rubbing at his neck like that's going to help lessen the sting. He wants to look at pretty cocktails again instead of this...]
Don't you have any that taste good?