Her obsession and his greed. (No romance. Just another day in Greed's life from another person's point of view.)
She fiddled with the pack of old, worn down cards in her pocket. The first set of cards she ever got. They were old and the cards were bend, dirty, scratched and just plain worn down. She loved them. Her lucky set. Her favorite set.
She noticed how the town she was walking through turned from a happy and family friendly place to a dark place that served as a home for hookers, druggies, drug dealers, ghetto-esk people, the poorest of the poor and gamblers, like herself. She lost herself in the game. She knew every way to cheat known to mankind (and beast if you go far enough into the darkest part of town) but she didn't cheat often. She loved seeing them fail and seeing herself win without any cheating at all. To see their shocked expression when she had all of the chips and refused another game. She knew when to stop.
She took a left turn on a hooker-inhabited street and ignored all of the invitations. She didn't need a whore when she had her game.
Her game was legendary. They actually called her Poker. All the casinos knew her (she made a hobby of visiting them all). Most players left as she sat down at the table. Only the cocky or unknowing one's remained. "Hey, Poker." The dealer would say. They usually recognized her by the poker chip that hung around her neck. "Hey, dealer." She would reply. They all excepted that name. She never asked for their real ones. She never cared.
She looked up at the words "Kitty's Cards" cut into a large, wood sign. She knew this place was flooded with whores, but she didn't care. The best players were always here. She opened the double doors at the bottom of a few steps and walked into the bright room.
Different colored lights hung from the ceiling and lit each part of the building in rainbow colors. Loud music and the chatter of humans and monsters alike filled her ears. She had learned how to shut off the sound, so she did.
Whores in heels danced with poles and feathery fans on elevated walkways. She ignored them. The hookers will dance whether she's watching or not. Let them dance, let them dance.
She could see the druggies in the darkest corners of the building. She could see all kinds of drugs littered across the tables. She was too far in the darkness for anyone to care about the drugs. She ignored them. The druggies will be drugged whether she's watching or not. Let them be drugged, let them be drugged.
She headed strait for the table with the most players. The smart ones left and the cocky or unknowing ones stayed. They threw remarks like "You're goin' down, girlie!" and "Your gunna wish you never came!" at her. She didn't even pay attention.
"Hey, Poker," The dealer greeted as she saw the poker chip around her neck.
She pulled back her hood, revealing a pale face with black hair and faded, blue eyes. They were closer to gray than blue. They faded with her obsession.
"Hey, Dealer." she responded without even looking up at the skimpily dressed, female dealer.
She examined the players around her. The hollow, nameless drones with smiling faces and over confidence in their mortal eyes. She didn't care for the drones. She ignored them all. All of them except a player strait across from her. His actually slitted eyes were colored bright pink from the light above. His too-sharp teeth were shining proudly with saliva in his wide smile. He was one of the monsters from inside the darkness...
The dealer delt the cards. She looked at the cards that were set in front of her, set her One Dollar Poker chip on the table and the battle was on for Poker's Chip.
After an hour, the man and Poker remained. They had gotten all of the other players chips. None of them got Poker's Chip: the priceless medallion that every player wanted to get their grimy mits on.
The man stared at the worn down chip and then looked her in the eyes. He smiled that sharp-toothed smile and played his hand. She played hers and the medallion was lost. She watched it slide across the table, into the mans hands. Her eyes were emotionless. She could win it back. She always could.
"I'm out!" The man said and her heart skipped a beat.
He stood up, gathered his chips, and left.
The dealer stood in shock. Her medallion was in the hands of the man. She looked at Poker and prepared to say something.
"I'm out..." She said as well. She gathered her chips and pulled her hood over her head. The medallion was nothing. She wanted to think that.
On her way out, the man stopped her.
"Hello, doll," The man said from behind her, "Wanna play?"
"What?" She asks, sure he just meant sex.
"This little trinket, for all those chips you have there."
"..." she stared at her small fortune, "fine..."
He led her to the same table and pulled out her seat.
"Thank you." She said as she sat down and pulled her hood back. He smiled, pushing in her chair and sat down across from her.
"You win: Everything is yours. You lose: Everything is mine." He purred as he set her chip on the table in front of him.
"Sure..." She replied, setting all of her chips in front of her.
"That includes you."
"Game on, beautiful."
A minute later everything was hers. The man shruged and stood up. She stood up as well, put her medallion around her neck and shoved all of the chips to the man. She pulled her hood over her head and walked away.
"...thanks..." Greed muttered as he stared at the chips.
She ignored everyone as she walked: the hookers and the druggies. All except the man who got his hands on her medallion.