Greed had snuck away from the underground tunnels, to get something to drink. There was a back exit that let out near what he assumed was a bar. It had alcohol at any rate. With them being a little short on homunculi at the moment it wasn't like anyone would catch him. Getting in was easy. He just walked up to the bar and asked for beer. He must've worded it oddly considering how the bartender was staring at him.
"I'm going to need to see some ID," he said, setting down a crate.
Greed could tell there were bottles of beer in there. Sighing, he began to riffling through his pockets. It occurred to him about half way through that process that these clothes belonged to him, and the clothes the Prince had been wearing, which were more likely to have an ID, were back in Greed's room.
Oh great. Now I have to go all the way back through the tunnels to find an ID I don't even know if he has.
"It wouldn't do you much good anyway," Ling chimed in. "I'm fifteen."
Ling had been so quiet this entire time Greed had nearly forgotten he was there. He remembered now. Greed froze.
"You're, fifteen?" he asked internally.
"Yeah," Ling confirmed. He sounded far too happy about this.
"And you couldn't have mentioned this sooner?!" Greed demanded. "You know sex is on my list of wants too. That's also out now. What kind of fifteen year old sneaks into another country and sells their soul. You couldn't have waited?"
"The emporer's dying now Greed," Ling said. "I need to find immortality before that happens."
Greed had a feeling he was about to launch into an explanation on how they also needed to get back to Xing now, before the emperor died, so Greed cut him off by continuing to argue about the age thing.
"Alright sure fair enough. We'll just wait three years and oh wait. You won't have actually aged in that time! We're immortal, forever under the drinking age. What am I supposed to do now?"
"Pride seems to be managing."
"If Pride wanted alcohol he could absolutely get it kid." Ling seemed like he was going to keep arguing. There was no need. That had actually given him an idea. "Forget it. I'll just steal the beer."
Both him and the bartender paused as he realized he'd said that out-loud. Luckily Greed recovered first. He grabbed the crate of beer and started running.
"Hey! Stop him!" the bartender shouted.
Oh right. There was someone guarding the main entranced. He turned around and came in, effectively blocking Greed's exit.
"Turn left!" Ling instructed. Greed turned. "That wasn't even a little left."
True, and Greed was begining to see what Ling had wanted left. There was more space to the left, and they might've been able to make a run for the back exit. As it was, the only thing to the right was a flight of stairs. Greed ran up those. Upstairs was a hall with a couple doors off the side, and a window at the end.
"Jump out that window!" Ling shouted.
"What?!"
That sounded like a terrible plan. Greed tried to open one of the doors, but it was locked. Not surprising. This was probably a residential floor. He could hear the sound of someone thundering up the stairs after him.
"Jump out the window," Ling repeated. "I do it all the time. I'll teach you."
Well it was either that or fight the person coming up the stairs, and possibly still not be able to get out. He could fight the person coming up the stairs, no doubt about that, but the window actually seemed like the better plan at this point. He'd have to put the beer down to fight, or bash it against that guy's head. Greed ran down the hall and leapt. Between Ling's instructions and muscle memory, he managed to make an okay landing.
Greed sat in his room. If there was a window to stare out he would've, but they were underground. As it was, he just stared at the wall, finishing one of the beer bottles. The rest were shoved under his bed so none of his siblings, or Father if he ever visited the room, would wonder where they came from. He wasn't supposed to have left the tunnels after all.
"Hey Prince?"
"Yeah?"
"We are never doing that again."
Ling doubted that.