Anger Management

Note: Could have made this a lot longer, but I really didn't want to. Thanks for all the positive feedback, by the way.

And, as you can see above, we have changed to "Anger Management".

II. Greed – desire for material wealth or gain

It is said greed is one of the more devious sins; it creeps behind slowly, slowly as one is blind. It becomes a helpless addiction. A little more . . . A little more . . . A little more . . . and suddenly the long-term effects hit you, right in the face.

It is also said that greed is for the weak; it is a lesser sin. Moreover, it is known to do less damage than the others. People seem to forget that it is the seven deadly sins and not just sins-and-then-the-lesser-sins.

So, in fact, greed might actually be the worst of them all.

Nico was always the gambler. Material things were his desire; he coveted the perfect image. (This might have been a result of never getting to truly satisfy when he was younger. However, it could have simply been because Nico was one who cared about opinions.) Let it be known that Thalia was not one who was in favor of Nico's gambling.

In fact, Thalia abhorred Nico's gambling profession.

So, as believed by many, she made plans to change the occupation into something more . . . suitable for a man of Thalia's. "You can either fix this or I'm gone," she said firmly. "And you know I'm not playing around here."

"Honey, this is my house, and I don't give a damn whether you leave or not. You could go to hell and I wouldn't know it." This comment, of course, made Thalia give something between a yelp and a cry of disbelief. "Now, now, Gracey, let's not get offended here."

"Don't call me Gracey," Thalia grits. And then Nico just starts singing 'gracey' over and over again as if there wouldn't be a consequence. "Dammit, Nico, if you don't shut up—!"

"What? Kill me? Tie me up? Get the Stoll brothers to steal my wallet? You're too damn shy to do any of those things, baby." Nico gives a half pause. "And, I have to go now, anyways. Told the boys I'd be there 'round midnight for the special—nah, you wouldn't know what it meant."

"What?" Thalia asks, tears in her eyes now. (Let it be known Thalia was never a crier.) "What, Nico?"

"We're gonna bet on who can bang a little prodigy first." (Not that Nico ever took part in the actual banging, but of course Thalia didn't know that.)

"Go ahead then. Leave. Now."