A loud knock resounded through the door. Greed had been lounging on the bed, enjoying a moment's reprieve from the constant stream of whores, money, booze and whatever else that had caught his fancy that day. A series of annoying taps persisted from the door, drawing him further out of his previously lethargic state.
Suffice it to say that whoever was behind that door was in for a whole world of shit. He grunted as he heaved himself off the bed, and got himself walking in the general direction of still more knocks.
"What the hell do you want?!" Greed yelled, throwing open the door. A glimpse of glasses, and a flushed face was all he could see before it tumbled backwards. If he had known it was her, he wouldn't have been quite so nasty, but she had been knocking in such an annoying way, he couldn't have known. Wide eyes stared up at him through a film of hair, as the crumpled mess on the floor looked up at him. He certainly hadn't meant to startle her, though he did on occasion play some rather nasty tricks on her for such a reaction when he was feeling particularly sadistic.
"Hello!" she exclaimed, looking up at him, sporting a big, goofy smile, while still sprawled on the floor. Greed gave her his famous pointy-toothed smirk, amused beyond belief by this display from his normally shy Arline. Quite suddenly, her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed in a dead faint.
Greed was sure whatever gods existed were surely smiling on him now. Smirk ever-present on his face, he crouched down to scoop up his prize, noting the alcohol that tainted her normal delectable aroma.
Walking back into his room, he kicked the door closed behind him, whistling a familiar tune. Looking down at his unconscious Arline, he finished the song aloud with, "Happy birthday to me!"