Pride loved her high-class lifestyle, she wouldn't trade it for the world. But sometimes, there really was no substitute for throwing back shots in a dive bar and finding someone to tear apart at the seams. She'd started some truly spectacular bar fights that way.
But it seemed there were other things in store for her tonight, when she walked into a bar and felt the familiar feeling of a Sin close by. It wasn't Greed or Lust, and so she relaxed fractionally. This one, though, it was one she sort of liked. Envy had worked with her before, to great effect, and he didn't seem to like the excesses any more than she did. And that was always a plus.
She slid onto the stool next to him, rapping her knuckles on the bar for a drink. "Evening, darling," she said.