Page 62 of Grim

It’s a strip club.

Me:

A strip club that Fury owns and runs.

Jenna:

Not sure that makes a difference.

Me:

It does.

Trust me.

Jenna:

Okay. I’ll call Stacie.

Me:

That’s my girl.

I’ll pick you up at 7.

Jenna:

What do I wear?

Me:

Sweats for all I care.

Jenna:

I’m not wearing sweats!

Me:

Then jeans.

Doesn’t matter what you wear.

Jenna:

You’re not helping.

Me:

Jeans will be fine.

Jenna:

That’s more like it.

I’ll see you at 7.

I wasn’t ready for our conversation to end, but sadly, I had shit to do. So, I shoved my phone in my pocket and went to track down Shep. We spent the better part of the day discussing some possible changes to the security at Vault. Things were already pretty tight, but with so much at stake, I didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances.

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