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Saffron should have been happy - ruttin' ecstatic, even. She'd come back from her coffee that morning to find a pretty wrapped package on her bed, tagged with her name, and unwrapped it to find a beautifully sleek, if unfamiliar gun. It was just what she'd been wanting, ever since she'd shown up on the island, and it had even come with a nice supply of bullets and two holsters - one belt and one ankle. She was wearing the belt holster now, the gun's familiar weight sitting nicely over her shorts someone had called 'Daisy Dukes', but she wasn't thinking about using it. Instead, she was sitting at a table in the Hub, well on her way to shitfaced.
She didn't know what the island's gorram problem was. Maybe it just got a kick out of fucking with people. Hell, maybe it was jealous of folk having great sex 'cause it was an island and couldn't get that kind of action. Saffron didn't know, and didn't really care. All she knew was that first Dean had vanished, and now Billy was gone, too. She knew better than to form attachments, she knew better, but her time on the island had made her start to go soft and it was pissing her off mightily because now all she could think about was who would be next. Would it be Bill? Jim? Chris? Against her better judgement, the thought that Chris would be next to disappear threatened to send her into a panic and she downed another shot to cover it up.
[Saffron's gun is a Kimber Custom II .45 ACP Semiautomatic Pistol, which is standard issue for LAPD SWAT. ;)) Don't worry, she won't shoot you, and she's a terrible shot when she's drunk anyway. ST/LT welcome.]
She didn't know what the island's gorram problem was. Maybe it just got a kick out of fucking with people. Hell, maybe it was jealous of folk having great sex 'cause it was an island and couldn't get that kind of action. Saffron didn't know, and didn't really care. All she knew was that first Dean had vanished, and now Billy was gone, too. She knew better than to form attachments, she knew better, but her time on the island had made her start to go soft and it was pissing her off mightily because now all she could think about was who would be next. Would it be Bill? Jim? Chris? Against her better judgement, the thought that Chris would be next to disappear threatened to send her into a panic and she downed another shot to cover it up.
[Saffron's gun is a Kimber Custom II .45 ACP Semiautomatic Pistol, which is standard issue for LAPD SWAT. ;)) Don't worry, she won't shoot you, and she's a terrible shot when she's drunk anyway. ST/LT welcome.]