Pansy sighed. "Yes, but what do I do now? I wasted so much time. I'm tired of being perfect all the time. Look at what it got me. Still second best." She finished off her drink, feeling a pleasant tingling already. She probably would be shite at the poker game, but oh well. She felt better.
She glanced back at Clint, then at Millicent's skirt, with a slight smirk. "I think I need some fun, too."