🔪 - razormouthed !
“Here.”
It clattered slightly against the little card table as Sergei set it down gently. He slid it towards her before crossing his arms and leaning back comfortable in his cheap little folding chair. The tiny, single-shot derringer sat there unassumingly. Cold, hard, and small, it betrayed its own nature. A gun like this was loud. Small, but flashy. It was good for making a getaway. Up close it could kill, but from a distance it would only give you a chance to scare away whoever was on your tail.
“Not my style, but… I thought you might like. To strap to your leg. Or something.” He shrugged noncommittally and glanced at the wall. He wasn’t doing this out of the goodness of his heart. Just getting rid of a gun he didn’t need. And maybe easing his way into the good graces of an influential student. You never know when you might need to cash in on a favor.
“Take it.”
Well. This was a unexpected turn for poker night.
“Didn’t take you t’ be the gift givin’ type, sugar. Celebratin’ Christmas early?” Did they even celebrate Christmas in Russia or wherever? Hm. Rhett would know. She’d have to ask later. Ruby set down her hand and picked up the dinky little gun, cold metal resting in her palm. Useless, really. No power in something this small, and a hole in a body just meant less of a meal. What an odd present.
“’s cute, I’ll give you that. Always good t’ add more t’ the garter belt arsenal,” Ruby quipped, rolling her eyes and setting it back down. She did make a habit of carrying a well-loved dagger around, but sure, she could carry a gun too. It’s fun to carry weapons you don’t need.
“Well, now I gotta rework my own Christmas plans. Really throwin’ a wrench in all that, darlin’.” A lie. This was obviously not a real gift, and didn’t deserve one in kind. “Y’gonna keep playin’, or was this some kinda concession?”
