Greed and Gluttony fought often. Brothers that at the worst of times hated each other, at the best held a mild liking. Glutt had overstepped his bounds but Greed wasn't as angry at him as he was Lust. As usual the boys found a way around the two to three day pout-fest. They'd banged each other up, threw a few punches--but now it was time to carry on.
Greed had struck a deal. A night out for Glutt to cry over a bottle and Greed to get his hands on something new. Gluttony owed him that much. A hot, red-headed Russian could do the trick. Especially one that hadn't been broken in. Greed would even take her home. He had to get rid of his pent up energy somewhere. He only hoped Glutt brought them with him.