THAT BOY WENT STONE COLD CRAZY -- meet and greet

[Jonathan Crow]

[capt. salem]

MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |

The casino was a rather- interesting place. For being the heart of the Badlands, it'd begun to feel more like a drab, shadowed den of debauchery to Salem after months of living here. Any grandeur the place might've held to him once was overshadowed by memories, most of them less than pleasant.

He was drinking, as was usual for him, and currently tucked into one of the booths of the casino while staring absently at his drink. Somehow, drinking alone felt worse when his injured and sick friend was off who-knows-where, likely getting himself killed.

Startled by the sound of somebody tapping on a glass, like a fucking fancy person, Salem's gaze rose and he caught sight of the weirdo who'd joined recently. He was smiling, but it held the telltale signs of a superior smirk; not that Salem cared much, but he did note the discomfort of the people around the room.

"I think this is a great idea, Doc," Salem said, straightening up and grinning over at Crow. "Salem, Top Dog Monty Salem if you care for specifics. I've eaten a total of six scrabble pieces over my lifetime, and only four were because of bets," He supposed that said enough about him for anybody to make their assumptions.

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