Scene 6: The Party. THE BURN PARTY They celebrate the same night every year. The night they died. But they celebrate tonight after the burn. The table is set different. No briefcases. The Boss brings out three glass cups. They are not fancy. They are the ones from the bar they used to own, thick bottoms, chipped rims, stained from whiskey that was never that good. He pours. From where? There's no bottle. He just tips his hand and something dark and gold fills them. It’s not whiskey. It’s melted candle. It’s Mint render. It’s the only thing they can drink here that doesn’t burn. The Banker picks his up, like it's a contract. He always says the same thing: "To the books we kept." The Enforcer picks his up with one big hand and it looks tiny. He never says anything at first. He just looks at the liquid and through his ribs you can see it glow. The Boss stands. Top Hat off for the only time all year. Feather flat. He raises his glass highest. "To the boys who were going to own this town." They drink to celebrate the Burn Party. And for exactly one sip, they are alive again. The Banker's eyes stop leaking ink. The Enforcer's ribs close up, whole chest, no hole, heart beating loud enough to rattle the cups. The Boss's feather turns white again. You can hear the bar downstairs — alive — piano, laughter, a fight about to start. Then the cups are empty. The ribs open. The ink comes back. The feather turns black. The three glass cups crack, all at the same time, in the exact same place on the rim. They put them back down. They will be whole again next year. Their briefcases are waiting under the table. It's party time. They celebrate The Burn tonight. The End.