Of course, the jar was really the professional female companionship fund; or, as Ed liked to sarcastically call it, the pussy kitty.

As far as Edward was concerned it could just take for-damn-ever if it wanted because that’s how long he could go without taking to the Bastard.

Slinking closer, Roy took a deep breath and then another.

Roy growing up with Madame Christmas means he grew up in a brothel. Explains a lot.