A/N: I own nothing. Takes place in our world, today. No supra-natural.

Greed needed some new music. He was having a party, with a lot of people and a lot of alcohol.

But he was kind of tired of the same old stuff. Yeah, he was going to buy some new CD-s from his favorite shop.

He entered the music shop and was surprised to see a girl at the counter.

Last time he had been there, some old dinosaur was the shop assistant. And before him, there had been some idiot but hot redhead with big boobs. Greed liked that one. She made his day with her short clothes.

But this girl was blonde, and didn't seem that friendly. Actually she had a very defensive attitude.

'Let's see if I can warm her up a bit' Greed thought grinning.

"Hello beautiful" he addressed her leaning on the counter in a very charming way. He let his sunglasses lower, so he could look her in the eye.

Unlike most girls, she didn't seem too impressed with his charm, or with the fact that he had purple eyes.

"How can I help you?" she asked very bored.

"I can think of a few ways" Greed smirked and the blonde raised an eyebrow.

"I am here to sell music, not myself. So get over it and tell me what you want"
He studied her closely.

She had short blonde hair, with a longer lock of hair. She had a small tattoo under her left eye. Her green eyes were studying him back. She didn't seem too affected though, she was just trying to figure him out.

Martel sighed. She just hated when guys hit on her like that. She wasn't a piece of meat, for fuck's sake! And this guy seemed to think he was so incredibly wonderful so she would be impressed with him. Guess what, she wasn't. She was just curious.

He seemed like the typical playboy, but there was something more about him. Not his purple eyes, or the red tattoo on his left hand, not even how his muscles were so visible trough his expensive black shirt.

No, something about the inner him. She wasn't a witch or whatever, but she was good with people. Still, she wasn't going to play the bimbo for him.

Greed chuckled. Well this was something else.

"Okay, I am looking for some CD-s. I'm having a party tonight, and I need something danceable, still kind of rock."
"Scorpions?"
"I said rock, not rock ballads." He replied looking at her above his glasses.

"Define danceable" she said, wanting to get over with this guy as soon as possible.

"Well, I would say Guns, or AC/DC, or Ozzy Osbourne. Tenacious D. Aerosmith."
"Okay, all those aren't danceable, they're shakable. You can move very well on them, but that's not called dancing"
"Whatever" he muttered. Most girls were drooling over him at this point of the conversation, why was she so cold? Why did she contradicting him?

"Do you like Pink?" she asked coming out from behind the counter. "I have a really good CD with her best of"
"Pink? Isn't that girls music?"
"If you're retarded, yes, you can call it girl music"
Greed raised an eyebrow. She had some nerve. He liked that.

"Okay, miss I-know-music-better-than-you, do you really suggest me to put Pink in a room full of drugged teenagers?"
"Yup. I totally recommend her."
"If they jump out the window when they hear it, will you give me the money back?"
"Yes. I bet on whatever you want that they're going to love it"
"Bet on whatever I want, huh?" he grinned.

"Yes" she rolled her eyes. "Will you buy it now, or not?"
"If they like it, I'll come and buy twenty more CD-s. If they don't, you'll go out with me, ten times."
"WHAT?" she replied scandalized.

Martel stopped for a second. She knew they, whoever the guests were, would love it. Pink was awesome. Her role model. A rebellious, sincere, stubborn woman, who took shit from no one and managed on her own.

If she took the bet, she could make the sell of the year. That meant extra money for her, that meant fewer worries and maybe she could give herself a gift. She sure needed some spoiling.

If she lost, she had to go out with the womanizer creep.

"Hmm…" she mumbled studying him.

He didn't seem harmful. Well, he looked strong enough to rape a truck, but he didn't seem like the type that needed force to get what he wanted. He had the looks and the charm. She wasn't in any danger. She could handle herself anyway.

"So?" he asked when he got no answer.

"We have a deal!" she grinned shaking his hand.

"Great. So I'll come by tomorrow and tell you how it turned out"

"Great. Don't you dare lie to me" she growled, thinking he might just use this to go out with her.

"My dear, whatever your name is" he replied, "I may have many sins, but I never lie"
She nodded, and didn't know why, but she actually believed him.

'Who knows'' Martel thought, 'This might be interesting. They're going to love the CD. And I'll get a promotion, and mister Right will find out he's not always right'

So should I continue this?
Please review :D.

Anana.