WEDDING BELLS & WAR PAINT [MEETING]

[capt. salem]

AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |

Salem had been herded to the casino, the grapevine of conversation alight with murmurs of a meeting going on. So he'd hurried his ass over, not wanting to miss the theatrics; if this meeting was anything like last time's parade, it was bound to be entertaining at least.

And then it was just Cat, sitting sharpening a knife. Boring as all hell; even Addy was questioning Cat on what they were doing. Salem didn't suppress a sigh and wandered towards a chair, deciding to let it play out and not get involved.

[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard  ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]