PRIDE
I’d never admit it but I’m impressed with our room. It’s exactly how the three of us want it and by that I mean far from the crowd or anyone interrupting us. I’m certain Greed made sure to have this part of the yacht just for us.
I put my cigar between my lips and take a long drag before blowing it out slowly to the side. Wrath refills my glass of whiskey and I lean back watching the two try and figure out my cards.
“Wrath, you have the worst poker face.” Gluttony comments in amusement.
He did. I could clearly see the anger he had towards his cards.
“And Pride has the best. I can never tell with him.” Gluttony adds with a frown. “Does that extra blank expression mean you have bad cards or good?”
I’ve won three rounds in a row. If Gluttony focused more on the game rather tha
