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Pharmacy · 07-17-2016, 04:28 AM

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“Hnnmph.”

Normally, Lyconia Vermilsang – erm, Ruby Glitter would had joined in but she was too preoccupied with her recent job loss. She had a great gig at a previous speakeasy, but then the police were involved. One thing led to another and well, mistakes happen – if you can call casualties a mistake. She did kind of feel a bit guilty but she figured she could not do much. Plus, Ophidian Jade seems to be pretty nice.

And expensive. Ruby frowned at her Bloody Mary, made with real blood (much to the bewilderment of the bartender). It didn’t cost too much, but handing over cash made her think how she was going to maintain a sustainable income. She was so preoccupied with mental math that she wasn’t aware her neighboring seat was taken.

“Hello, signorina.”

Ruby looked at her left. There was a smallish suit figure made even smaller with his terrible posture, looking expectantly at her. Ruby rolled her eyes and took a noisy sip from her overpriced cocktail.

“I’m not easy. And I’m not looking.”

“Oh no no, you are mistaken.” A pause. “Say, are you Ruby Glitter?”

“No.”

“The Ruby Glitter of the Blind Crocodile?”

“…no.”

“The Ruby Glitter of the Blind Crocodile, which is now defunct because a horrible wolf-creature suddenly appeared out of nowhere and wrecked the place?”

Ruby stood up and immediately grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. His hat fell off, revealing the fact he was balding and the fact he had the smuggest-looking grin plastered over his face. She briefly considered if the possibility of tearing the little man to shreds in relative public of the speakeasy was worth the trouble.

“Aha, touched a nerve did I?” The figure chortled, despite his feet dangling a good foot off the ground. “Lucky for you, the police were on our payroll. But! I’m not here to arrest you – It would do us no good to let you rot in jail anyway. I’m here to offer you a proposal. Work for us and you’ll have everything you need. Money, alcohol, fame…”

Ruby growled.

“Anything to bring your bloodline back to glory? After all, the Vermilsang Clan is doing so poorly…”

“Do you even leave me with any choice to refuse? Of course, I’ll take your job.”

Ruby dropped the man. He scuttled back to his seat and proceeded to dust himself, none worse for ever. He reminded Ruby of a cockroach, especially with how crushable he is.

“Good, good, welcome to the Marconi Family, signorina. Here’s your complementary badge.”

He placed something into Ruby’s palm. It was a small silver pin emblazoned with a dog’s head on it. Ruby frowned. She hated dogs.

“Thanks, I guess.” Ruby attached the pin to her dress. It burned her hands. She hated silver, but not as much as dogs.