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15. Mirror
Ed checks her hand one last time, pretending to be anxious, before she looks up with large gold eyes at the gathered group. "All in." The others at the poker table nod their assent, or bow out with grace. Greed's gang are earning money at one of the seedier bars in the area. Heinkel is deeply involved in a drinking contest, while Darius is hustling pool. They seem to be enjoying themselves, particularly Heinkel, who is leading his supporters in one of the rudest versions of the Amestris national anthem she'd ever heard, as ridiculously out of tune as it may be. Greed is drinking tequila shots and 'watching over everybody'. Bullshit. He's just a lazy bastard.
As the rest turn over their cards, she lets loose a predatory grin. Coupled with the dark crimson pout and smoky eyes that she'd had to slather on her face to fit in, it made her look particularly malevolent, like an evil queen from a children's story (there's certain irony in this, as she's supposed to be a hero- heroine; a good guy. Not an anti-hero, not a reluctant hero, but then again, it is what he had been for most of his life prior to this.) The person next to her has a full house. Her blood red nails turn the cards that had been clutched tightly to her chest, and she lays down four aces.
"Four of a kind, Aurelia wins." The men have a good natured groan, but they hand over the money anyway. She counts it out with a smile. There is more than enough for them to live on- even enough to splash on a fancy hotel for days. One approaches her, grabbing her metallic arm that is hidden by the black gloves that match the colour of her dress. "Excuse me, Aurelia, but-"
"She's not interested." Ed turns, and there is Greed, in his traditional get up. She hates how she has to dress up all pretty, but the men don't have to. "Are you, Kitten?" She sighs and shakes her head, a hair falling out of her elegant bun. Greed takes this as a sign for him to continue. "She's mine. None of you plebeians could ever be worthy for a girl like her." And with that, he swirls her off into the smoke to dance, while she giggles at his antics and treads on his toes whenever his hands wander too far.
Darius, now he's finished and is much richer than he was, turns to Heinkel and points to a large mirror on the wall. "They look like they're having fun."
The two figures, swirling and whirling in the reflection, seem to be blind to anything and everybody else.
Heinkel grins and hiccups. "Definitely. Hey, want to start betting on the... possibilities of this match?"
Darius, drunk with his success and full to the brim with good spirits, raises the glass nearest to him in a toast, "To Heinkel and his brilliant ideas, to possibilities and to betting!"
Heinkel clinks his glass and they start squabbling about odds, while in the mirror two figures dance on through the night.
A.N: Milestone time: we are 3/20ths of the way through, and I am 1/4 of the way through. YEAH! :D
Yay, PUBS. This is likely where team Greed spent most of their time, tbh.
Also Ed/Greed shipping moments. Not even sorry. I need happiness after that Doctor Who episode. This is one of them. C;
Oh, and Ed's called Aurelia because it's Olde English for golden. And it sounds pretty. It's not going to appear more though, don't worry.
I am not taking requests for drabbles at this time. D: Sorry.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!
-Tom
[Thanks go to Fluehatraya, EdwardElric3 (unsigned), Hyper V, and Mini Hayden for reviewing- you are all far too nice to me!
49- so close. Com'mon you guys! Fifty? Please? C:]