Envy always wanted to crash a party. Plain and simple. There was no real reason for it, it was just an urge, like when someone randomly teepees a stranger's house because they fucking could. So, when our green-haired sin saw an open block party, fifteen blocks (and another dimension) away from his house, he decided to fulfill that strange urge.

He walked up to the house, where little and semi-big kids were streaming in and out, chasing eachother with everything from mud balls to those guns with the funny little sucky thing on it that leaves a mark on you and everyone laughs because you got beaned in the forehead. There was a massive buffet table with everything you cloud think of on it (yes, even buttered noodles with ketchup, but how that occurred is another story entirely, and not nearly as random as this) that he had his eyes on.

accepting his hot dog from a guy in a goofy chef outfit, he decided to see what was going on out in the backyard, as the front was mostly filled with alcohol and whising objects thrown by small children with no regard for whom they hit until they hit them. He opened the door, but before he could get through to the back (which had a gigantic pool that Envy had his eye on) and make himself a swimsuit, he heard arguing coming from the downstairs area.

"It's my turn to sing, Alex! If you don't like it, go talk to your dad!" A girl screamed at a gangly teen half her height. The teen seemed deeply scared of her, but he was a defiant little bastard, so he stuck up for himself.

"You just got done singing the exact same thing!" He whined, wincing when the girl sharply raised a fist.

"That didn't count! It's not my fault that you can't play guitar for shit and you lost before I had a chance!" The two continued bickering, and envy, who by this time just wanted them to shut the hell up, hopped angrily down the stairs and snatched the mic from the girl. She looked up to see who it was, and her eyes widened.

"What?" Alex asked, looking at her in confusion.

The girl ignored him and pointed at him. "You have green hair. THAT IS SO AWESOME!" She squealed.

"Yeah, well I was planning on doing that...someday..." Mumbled Alex dejectedly. The girl payed him no mind.

"I'm Bree. Did you want to sing?" She asked, nodding towards the mic. Envy shrugged. Why not?

"Sure." Bree smiled and grabbed the guitar while Alex sat back on the couch nearby and grumbled something about hoping that they would fail quickly.

Envy ignored him and rolled through the songs until he stopped on one he actually knew. He pressed the 'A' button and bree's smile got even wider, if possible. He sighed and clicked on easy. No use in embarrassing himself. She hit easy, too, and the song started.

Bree flawlessly executed the intro, and now it was his turn not to screw up.

I can't escape this hell.

More guitar.

So many times I've tried.

Still more guitar.

But I'm still caged inside.

And again with the fucking guitar.

Somebody wake me from this nightmare, I can't control my-self!

So what if you can see the darker side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become!
Help me believe, it's not the real me. Somebody help me change this animal I have become! Somebody help me tame this a-NI-MAL!
I can't escape this hell. So many times I've tried.
Hey, this was starting to sound a lot like him...
I can't escape myself. So many times I've lied. But there's still rage insiiide.

Okay, who put him up to this? Were they paid to bicker? Huh?

Somebody get me from this nightmaaare, I can't control MY-self!

He stopped singing. This was boring. Bree took the mic and attempted to do both parts at the same time. He didn't bother to see if she succeeded. That alcohol was calling him now, and he knew who'd get the bunt end of his agitation when he got home.

Yes, greed was in for a horrible treat. He chuckled darkly and grabbed a miller lite out of the cooler.