Acting on impulse; farting to temporarily stun the Sargent, I pluck a cocktail umbrella from the raging woman’s dress.

Impromptu dart blowing weapon fashioned with the pink straw. My jaw set as I look for my target. 

I only came to pay homage to the fashionista of my dreams and Rumple is the only one who knows the truth. The bloody snake! He hit on me, showing off Coma and Tose- pulling my secrets out as easy as serving jolters to a baby. 

“Rump sent for them!” I scream, taking aim. Huff, puff, blow! 

Missed!

His smirk has gone though.