#mercenary static

[armesafeuetplomb]

[TXT] Hey, Pip. Happy new year. I've sent a crate of French aged wine too you, as well as a crate of high quality cigarettes. It should be at your door if you actually check it.

Th mercenary all but lit up when he checked his texts.

[TXT] A crate?! A whole crate AND cigarettes?

[TXT] Oh boy this is going to be a hell of a start, I can already hear the cheering in the background. Barely realized the time! If I had knows this would be a gifting day I would have been prepared.

[TXT] Oh! AND HAPPY NEW YER TO YOU TOO!

Oh they were going to have a party tonight!

[armesafeuetplomb]

Roxxanne had grown rather accustomed to the Bounty Huntress lifestyle. Big guns, tight clothes, and near-death experiences didn't matter much to a vampiress, but they made it a lot more fun. As she fired into a nitrine tank at the range, she laughed.

The Captain had joined in with a few of his fellow Geese for some target practice themselves, making bets and cracking jokes like always but it was still necessary practice there for not optional. Pip stuck with his revolver as he took a few shots, smoke hanging from his lips as he muttered something to the others.