Perhaps alcohol wasn't the best choice for the goddess of discord, it only made her all the more likely to try and start trouble. But it wasn't as though Eris particularly cared if she started a fight at this party. Torn up jeans, a band t-shirt three times too big so it was hanging off her shoulder... Her hair a wreck.

Yet she was more than confident as she leaned over the bar and ordered the strongest drink possible. Might as well have a little fun.