--Two chance meetings--

[Silver]

LePew signaled with a hand for Silver to enter first, like a gentleman.
She nodded with a smirk and walked in, thinking about his words.

"The Company needs this. I need this. Everything comes to an end, and leading the Reavers is no different."

She moved towards a table and sat, alongside LePew.

"Obsidian knew it, Crimson knew it, Copper knew it, and so did i. Martin is no different, because he will know it too."

Her serious visage switched to one of excitement and anticipation.

"Now, do tell me the news. There isn't much intel comin' from Sirius to New Paris. Although i got to say, your parties do put us all to shame."

Silver chuckled, remembering a particular instance that involved horses, midgets, two clowns, a ball and peanuts.. And a hefty load of gallic wine.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop