Sloth hunched in her oversized hoodie and baggy jeans, hands thrust into the kangaroo pocket on the front to keep her money out of sight. Glancing around, she sidled into the usual alley, clearing her throat.
A metallic clang made her pause, and she frowned, peering forward in the darkness. That figure wasn't her dealer, he was too tall for a start. It looked more like Greed, if she was honest. Definitely immortal, and with that familial feel. A further clang and a heavy thud made her step out into the light of the nearby street light, trying to see what was going on.
"Didn't pick you for dumpster diving, Greed," she said, pulling back her hood.