#prohibitionstarter

[angusfletcher-psyc]

Do We Dare // ANGACE

Angus walked into The Cotton Club and requested a table for two further away from the hustle and bustle than he would have normally liked. The woman who'd greeted him warmly at the door quickly lead him to a booth near the back of the room. Angus sat down and was greeted by an eager waiter who placed two menus neatly on the table. Angus ordered two Manhattan's and the waiter left. Angus looked up to see Miss Holiday standing before him.

He stood up. "I ordered two Manhattan's, I hope that's alright?"

[revamalone-blog]

After Party || Reva Malone + Leon Talbot

Though they shared a wall, a hall, and a bathroom, Reva and Leon's personal spaces were miles apart aesthetically. Where the Brit's was modern, severe, dark, masculine, the dancer's apartment had a decidedly light, feminine air that bordered on the old-fashioned. Walls had been left their original cream, portraits of movie stars and fashion plates - obviously taken from magazines yet rather artistically arranged given their humble origins - breaking the monotony of neutral color. The main living space housed second-hand furniture: A fainting couch covered in a white satin, back and legs a pale pink, and a pair of armchairs upholstered in a minty green that looked better suited to a spinster aunt's drawing room. A radio stood in one corner, framed family pictures perched atop, and on a coffee table between the armchairs and couch could be found a gramophone and accompanying records, lifestyle and fashion magazines mixed amongst the vinyl.

All this was taken in as soon as the front door was opened, allowing both the apartment's occupant and her guest entrance. They were returning from an evening at the Peabody, Reva as entertainer and Leon as audience member. The dancer's spirits were high, infectious, her laughter ringing through the apartment's halls as they made their way up the stairs. Her show had been a success, earning her enthusiastic applause and a small arrangement of gifts - most noticably bouquets of flowers which were now cradeled in the crook of one arm - as she left the building, breaking hearts in her wake.

Leon's presence at the show, though she had only spotted him after, had been another boon to her spirits. Since their first real meeting, the girl had taken quite the unexpected shine to her neighbor and she was truly pleased that he had kept his word on seeing her perform.

"Make yourself at home," she called, voice trailing as she moved to the kitchen where the flowers were rather uncerimoniously dumped on the counter. "Feel free to put on some music or something if you'd like!"

Then, reappearing, still all dazzling smiles and high spirits, "Would you like anything? I don't think I have much, but I can scare something up...!" Still in parts of her costume, she looked something like the actresses she so obviously idolized; hair tousled, lips painted, costume jewelry sparkling at throat, ears, wrists. She still wore her jacket, a small reminder that beneath it she was nearly nude. If she cared about her state of undress, and in the presence of a gentleman visitor, she gave no sign. "Ahh, English, I'm so glad you were there!"

[darbing-woody]

I think I'm 'bout due. // Open

A li'l shave couldn't hurt.

[fearless-jessie-franco]

Daisy's Inferno || Jessie & Daisy

Jessie huffed as he placed down the last crate of their shipment, his shoulders gleaming with a light sheen of sweat though his undershirt remained unsoaked. 

"Daisy!" He called, waving off their delivery man before heading in from the back room. "Dais?" He called again, his voice turning her name into a question. Maybe she'd gone up into the office in hopes of avoiding helping him put the load away. 

Instead, he found her leaning against the bar, her chin in her hand and a faraway look in her eye. He walked up beside her, glanced in the direction she was staring and then snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Daisy Miller, hello, are you in there?"

[luis-romano]

The Man in the Alley || Grace and Luis

Drinking had become habit for Luis these days. A habit that was quite expensive. His last glass cost him his last buck, but he knew he would get more money soon to feed his habit. He had to. It was the only way he could deal with himself any longer.

The crowd began to dissipate in The Stroll, and Luis found himself wishing he had more time to ogle the singer that had been on stage that evening. He’d seen her around before, but never caught her name. She also had a familiar air about her. As if he’d actually spent time with her once, but in his drunken stupor Luis couldn’t seem to place the time and date, much less her name.

He knew it wasn’t kosher to wait for a lady who wasn’t expecting him, but Romano wasn’t a man to care. Instead, he took leave of the dance hall, deciding that the alley was his best bet at catching her, since most of the workers left out the side door during the wee hours of the morning.

[root-of-all-evil]

It's a shame // Open

that I don't have a big ol' man to walk me home.

[angusfletcher-psyc]

Spontaneous Session // Angus and OPEN

Angus put the final punctuation on a case file he was working on. It was well past his typical work day, but he had been forced to stay later and later since his secretary Miss Lazos had left Montford to pursue other options. He reached into his pocket procuring the key to his file cabinet. He twisted the key and opened his bottom right drawer putting the file in the correct alphabetical order before closing it. He carefully closed it before opening the drawer directly opposite from it and producing a bottle of Whiskey and a tumbler. He didn’t like to drink while he worked, but he wasn’t opposed to it when he was officially off the clock. He poured two fingers of whiskey into the glass before placing the bottle back in his desk drawer. He took a sip, allowing the warm sensation to wash over him.

Suddenly, he heard the door to his waiting area open.

“Hello, is someone there?” 

[brigita-roman]

wash the town clean ; open

It didn’t pay (literally) to be shy in a vocation that required attracting johns in the night. With Fiona’s death and the subsequent closing of the brothel, Brigita had been forced into the streets with no home and few skills. At least the night sky was a constant above her, remaining a thick black blanket that stated down at her in between clients. She was meeting the firmament’s gaze while drinking in the last few drags of her cigarette when she heard footsteps.

She flicked her burnt cig, the glowing embers creating a falling star that landed on the cement. She straightened up, a hand on her curved hip. One more decent buy and she could go home and finally sleep.

"Evenin’."

[darbing-woody]

I think I'm gonna need some help. // Open

[cybilhendrix]

Russian Roulette || {Open}

"I trust you know the premise of zhis game, love?"

Cybil laid out on her side, propping her upper half up with an arm. In the early hours of the morning, she and her partner were fortunate enough to have the lounge to themselves. Between them on the game table were twelve bite-sized chocolates, all filled with sweet, soft caramel. Only in one of them had she injected a teaspoon of cayenne pepper powder, giving it a terribly undesirable flavour.

"Will you go first? Or shall I?"

[desmond--murphy]

The Bouncer || Open

[Gesturing to the inside of the pub] You might wanna be careful in there, night's gettin' a little loud if you know what I mean

[hello-hollie]

Quiet Returns || Phoebe & Hollie

Hollie walked down the street, the suit coat draped over her arm and her collar pulled up around her neck to hide the scar along her jaw. The little bell of Davidson's rung as she entered and she gave a little smile. 

"Hello!" She called out, unsure of who would greet her. Nearly six months she'd been gone, Montford felt like a different place, quiet and unfamiliar. When she had walked down the streets, it felt like the buildings were watching her and it made her wish that she had at least brought the dogs, if not Ethan. 

Stepping up to the counter, she placed the suit jacket down, smoothing it out. Ethan had accused her good cooking of the result of the rip in the shoulder, but she insisted it was the wok he'd done when they'd been down south. Either way, it'd been ages since she'd sewn up a man's jacket and her father had never owned anything so nice.

[pete-rizzoli]

Close Call || Pete & OPEN

Pete had just finished getting ready for work, and he'd set aside the paper, looking out of the window, and noticing that the day appeared as nice as people had been predicting. All of the previous snow would be melting throughout the day. Finishing his drink, he set the cup in the sink, and then headed out of the door. The temperature outside was warmer than it had been, and as he looked up toward the sky, he had just enough time to notice a huge chunk of snow falling from the roof of his home.

Without any other option, Pete jumped out of the way with a curse, and as he did, he slammed into another person. Quickly grabbing hold of the other person, his eyes went from the spot the snow pile had landed, and the person he had run into. "I'm really sorry about that. Almost didn't see that snow coming."

[gene-torrio]

Taking Stock || Open

Gene stood across the street from the massive construction site. The rubble from the destroyed Burgh had finally been cleared away and the foundation was now being set for its new and improved twin. It was going to cost the family, and the competition with the Rockefeller's would be fierce, but Gene was confident that they would succeed. Though it may take time, he was certain that they would earn every cent back and profit greatly from the venture. 

The cold rain pattered loudly against his umbrella as he inspected the workers progress shrewdly. No one would be coming to the area until Spring and if they worked diligently, they could, perhaps, have the Grand Reopening ready for the summer months.

[darbing-woody]

A Cough's Too Much // Open

Woody had been out for too long the night before, forgetting to bundle up while he walked home so he was paying for it the next day. Sitting in his office and rubbing his throat, he found his throat scratching just as he breathed and a roaring cough came from him and his eyes watered from the pain. "Fuck..." He breathed out, reaching for the water in his office and pouring himself a glass. Pouring it into a glass and chugging it down, his eyes fluttered open after shutting tight and sighed heavily afterwards. Digging for an ice cube, he placed it to his forehead and rubbed it across the skin there before popping it into his mouth. Was it getting hot in here or was it just him?

[fearless-jessie-franco]

The Boys Are Back In Town || Jessie and Liam

Jessie pushed his way into Liam's gym, the hint of excitement beginning to build in his chest. The last time he'd been there had been to inform the owner that he'd be stepping out of town for a while, and given that his previous spar had ended with his face being torn wide open, it was understandable.

He hadn't wanted to leave, but Jay had made a fair point when he insisted that what was brewing was beyond them and if they stayed there'd be worst to deal with than an ugly mug. 

For a moment, Jessie watched Liam spar and shook his head. His opponent had sloppy footing and the blonde had him on his ass in under a minute. 

"Wow. I leave for a few months and you're training puppies instead of pitbulls." He said, hanging on the side of ring.