May 7, 2021
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C-can I join the club?
When the Purveyor returned to her office, another, much smaller box would be sitting on her desk, marked with the same insignia as the larger crates that had been delivered before. On top of the box would sit a note.
"Dear Kelli: I hope you liked my shipment. I had one of my men sneak this into your office while you were probably busy with the wolf. First off, the revolver. Just in case one of those assholes gives you trouble. Second, the mask. Seriously, it’s a gift. Third, save me some of that whiskey. I expect to have a drink with you when I personally deliver my next haul. -Bandit Queen."
On the back of the note is a package manifest. “One (1) Pristine Laughing Skull Mask, One (1) Darksprocket Industries .357 Magnum Revolver. One (1) Bottle of Gilnean Black Label Whiskey.”
First in the box was the Laughing Skull mask, cast entirely in gold. Underneath the mask sat the bottle of whiskey, and the pristine, polished revolver.
Rémy grinned and threw the gun up and caught it again. “You can play some nice games with this, I think.” He said as he looked at it, then looked towards Fabienne again. “I fail to see how a slutty officer is fancy? Explain that.”
Fabienne laughed harder. "Fancy dress party, you French idiot. It's a party where you dress up to. It's not an actual fancy dress, even though that would be hilarious. Everyone turning up in fancy dresses."
"Nice gun."
Fabienne had to laugh. "Thanks, it's for a fancy dress." She winked. "Got a whole slutty police officer costume. Don't even ask."
