The Diamond Club - IC

[SweetAsSuga]

The Diamond Club​

OOC


The year is 1924, the Prohibition is in full swing and the supply of alcohol that many had bought prior to the passing of the Eighteenth Amendment has long run out. All across the United States, illegal liquor is being produced, bought and sold. Chicago has become a haven for those involved in bootlegging alcohol. Speakeasies can be found on every street corner, if you know the password. The most notorious speakeasy belongs to the Chicago Outfit, a branch of the mob run by Al Capone. This speakeasy, also known as a “titty bar” for the brothel it houses, is called the Diamond Club and is the most difficult of bars to get into. Based on invite only, it is the home base of Capone and his crew. Featuring live entertainment, dancing, gambling, food, and, of course, alcohol, the Diamond Club caters only to those with the money to pay for its amenities.

But the Feds have started to crack down on speakeasies all across the country, and Chicago is no different. Nightly raids are making it risky for people to venture to any bar, no matter how well-hidden it may be. Not even the Diamond Club is safe from a raid.

Those who enjoy the high life, however, are not about to let the raids end their good times. The Diamond Club is just as hopping as ever. The thrill of potentially being caught is growing and the patrons and staff of the Diamond Club are eager for a good time.




Cast

Staff
Rosalynn “Rosie” McClure - SweetAsSuga
Ruby Mason - Mephy
Leon "EightyEightFingers" Numb - Nickissora
Marjorie "Lady" Matthews - Lady_Gamer
Dwight "Clean Liver" Cartigan - NotShyGuy


Patrons
Richard Grimm - A4mushroom
Griffin - Neobard
Daisy Carrigan - Miss_Vivi
James "Big Jim" Bronco - Brightwell



*Currently seeking another Female Patron. To apply please check out the OOC/Casting Thread*









IC


The streets of Chicago were, as usual, a mad rush of people. There were people dressed in their finest, heading out to make their dinner reservations. And there were people dressed as if they came straight from the factories - which they probably had. The crush of bodies moved like waves in the ocean, people of every class rubbing shoulders as they hurried on their way. Making her own way through the sea of bodies, Rosalyn McClure clutched her camel jacket close to her, hoping to ward off some of the early October chill. Rending her way through the streets, Rosie made her way to a back alley just off West Ferdinand Street. Set back in the alley sat a nondescript green door with a black grill that sat at eye level.

Three brisk then two short knocks caused the wood behind the grill to slide open.

"Hey there, Rosie," Jock's rough voice greeted her. She couldn't see him due to the dark interior of the building, but she could smell the cigar smoke on his breath, which faintly hid the smell of alcohol.

"Hey Jock," Rosie replied, her southern twang grating on her nerves. If she could get through the rest of her life without talking, Rosie would have. God she hated that accent.

The door swung open and Rosie made her way into the building.

"Full house tonight?" She asked as she hung her coat up in the room right off the entrance.

"Not yet, but it's still early." Jock grinned, revealing the large gap where his two front teeth should have been. His cigar perched perfectly in that gap.

"Well I best be gettin' to my table." With a quick wave Rosie descended a flight of stairs down into the main lobby of the Diamond Club.

A two-story under ground speakeasy, the Diamond Club's main floor housed the bar, gaming tables, dance floor and the stage where the jazz band preformed every night. Another flight of stairs tucked towards the back of the main floor led down into the brothel - one of the major money makers for the club.

Throughout the main floor hung giant chandeliers that dripped with diamonds, thus giving the club its name. From the plush seating, to the best gaming tables around, to the absolute best black market liquor money could buy, everything about the Diamond Club rang with the sound of money and opulence.

As she made her way to her table, Rosie greeted the men and women that frequented the club. Gangsters and Congressmen rubbed shoulders while wives and mistresses swapped make-up tips and the names of their best dressmakers.

Taking her seat, Rosie began to shuffle the cards. The men at her table smiled as she leaned forward slightly, the tops of her milky breasts spilling gently out of the tight bodice of her dress. The strand of pearls around her neck pooled in her cleavage.

"Alrighty boys, let's get this night started shall we?" With a flirtatious wink she began to deal the cards.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"G'night, big Daddy! Good luck at the tables! Remember, show 'em your drink, not your cards!" Ruby grinned and giggled as the older gentleman leaned in and grabbed her rear, leaving the young woman to squeal softly and rub her rump as she stood at the top of the stairs leading down to her 'stomping grounds'. Or was it more her romping grounds? She wasn't quite sure. She did end up on the floor quite often...

Louie there was a regular. A great fella, aside from the request to call him Daddy the whole time. It wasn't that she minded it... But she had so many guys that got their kicks out of her saying it. It was getting hard to remember which Daddy she was seeing!

It almost missed her real Dad.
Almost.
Not quite.

She stood there a moment longer, humming softly as she started out into the floor. Already tables were in full swing, a few cackles of laughter coming from some as winners were found, the sound of glass hitting the floor as those playing against that lucky one took it out on the glassware. The band had already kicked up, Ruby happily dancing around one of the tables to give a greeting wave to Rosie, making her way over to the bar. Nice lady, there. Not too much older than herself, and certainly at home behind that table... about as comfy as Ruby was in her room.

Much better place for her than working the tables.
Ruby almost thought that last glass was something of her own doing...

"Evenin', sweets!," She called out to the bartender, waving and tapping her fingers delicately on the bar. "Can I get a glass of water and some ice? Big Daddy kinda... hoo. For an old fella, he's got some kick to him..." She giggled again, settling onto one of the stools and kicking her leg up to rest atop the opposing knee, glancing out to the gathered patrons and smirking.

Anyone else coming to play games aside from poker tonight?

 

[NeoBard]

Griffin hadn't been here before and as such he was both out going and cautious. Outgoing because the point of such places was to connect with others. A comment here, a laugh there. Maybe throwing in a joke or a shake of the head at just the right moment. All of it was part of the game. And because it was part of the game he was also cautious. He didn't want to show his hand or get out played. He needed to know more about everyone else than they did about him.

He had left his hat at the stand as he walked in and now he chatted friendly enough with one of the other visiting patrons. This place hadn't yet been busted though judging from the amount of people present the cops were sure to get wind of the place sooner rather than later. Until such time as that happened he would build his clientele and explore what it had to offer. Even after the cops discovered it, it was likely they would accept a great man bribes until someone eventually did something about it.

So he chewed on his cigar, taking a seat at one of the gaming tales and idly wafting the smoke away to join with the chorus of grey haze that drowned the place. "What we playing and what are the stakes?" He asked the younger looking woman who was currently dealing.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Daisy checked her tight finger waves in the mirror, adjusting them slightly to curl just so around her cheek bones, smiling at their absolute perfection. A little red on the lips and she turned to watch her maid putter around the room, picking up the strewn clothes that effectively made the posh room not look, well, posh.

"Mrs. Carla has my Papa made his way home for the night?"

"Yes Miss, he took his sup in his room." came the beleaguered reply from the old maid.

"And my mother, has she gone to sleep?"

"You'd have to check with Stewart for that answer, she had raised a ruckus earlier Miss, tossing her favorite teapot at his head when the tea was over brewed."

Daisy turned back towards the mirror and frowned, for a supposedly sick woman, her mother could be extremely strong. With a sigh she turned away from the mirror again, and strode across the room, pausing only to touch her maid for a moment in thanks, striding out to the hall she headed straight to her father's rooms.

Her father, Hal Carrigan was an extremely soft touch with his daughter, doting on her immensely. Daisy figured this had something to do with guilt and her bed ridden mother, but she refused to contemplate this further.

"Papa. I just wanted to say goodnight." Daisy said softly as she moved into the room.

"Ah yes, goodnight my sweet girl. Stay out of trouble, and there's some money on the table for your game tonight. Win for me darling." He sounded tired, so kissing him on the cheek she headed out into the night, out to her favorite place.

The Diamond Club.

Patrons entered from a different spot in the hotel, through the shop, and after giving the password, Daisy swept into the grand room, smiling, kissing cheeks, and all laughter.

"Well, good evening lovelies! Miss Rosie and Miss Ruby, I do believe I will have my usual Old Fashioned, excepting the fact that I am anything but!" Daisy glanced over at the staff, smiling at both the ladies, noticing the wince on the younger one. Daisy giggled, "Miss Ruby it seems that you've already been pawed for the evening! We really should tie some of these men up, ruffians, the lot of them!"

Laughing, she settled in at her favorite table and waited to see what the night might bring, she noticed a few new faces, and a few faces that might get her into trouble.

Not that she was opposed to the idea.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

James (Big Jim) Bronco

Lounge-The Diamond Club.

Big Jim leans back in his rust brown overstuffed Romanesk chair studying the Senator from Michigan. Listening as the Senator rambles on about crime in the city. And the actions he was consideing when he got back to Washington.

Big Jim nods. Slowly takes a long pull on his Havana and blows a cloud of bluish smoke toward the ceiling. Listening intensely about the murder rate, rapes, and smuggling going on. Big Jim picks up a large brandy sniffer and saviors the aroma of the Porto Rician rum. He smiles a sly smile at the Senator.

"Woodbridge my friend, election are my business. You have been in the Senate for 2 years now. There is crime and there is crime. Some of the clouds are breaking up. The silver lining of the new times are in sight. What the High Lords in Washington are trying to bring to my fine city is purely sinful. Taxes the fine members of my fine ward are not ready to bare. And taxes are the crippling grasp of the Washington bloodsuckers."

Big Jim sits up in his chair. Ready to make another speech he had made in every bar and to every crowd. "No Senator. No to Taxes. Taxes will not make crime go away. Taxes will starve my happy 3rd Ward voters. They will look with dissfavor upon me Senator. Thou I may point to Washington, the people will still look to me!"

 

[NickisSora]

-On the streets of Chicago for a small Cajun boy from the south it was like a huge feast with the trimmings. Leon Numb small time piano player hired by the Diamond Club was brought up to Chicago and found a apartment with a very nice lady owning the building. Leon knew many things having a good time was one of them, dressed as dressed as he could be he entered the club and made his way to the floor he had to warm up as the other entertainment was up and he still had time before his first performance. Wearing a black vest and white short sleeve button up, red bow tie, black slacks and dress shoes Leon was ready for his performance. Putting a stingy brim hat on his head he lowered it a bit to give off a small appeal as he began to practice in the back room waiting for his cue.-"I hope those people are willing to dance tonight."-The place was always crowded taking a shot at the tables on his off hours was something he did in small doses, with prohibition around he couldn't partake in his whiskey not with out the chance of getting tossed in jail.-

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Marjorie "Lady" Matthews

Jorie had arrived at the Diamond Club early, as usual, allowing herself ample time to prepare the bar for what was expected to be a busy evening. Stocks checked, garnish trays filled, glasses polished. The woman was meticulous. Of course, the clientele would settle for nothing less - nor did they deserve to. They were invited guests, entitled to all the happiness their money could buy.

The "Lady" wouldn't have it any other way. She loved it here. The steady flow of cash exchanging hands, the thrills of their patrons...it was exciting. Not to mention that she thought of this place more of a home than the sub-par apartment she returned to for sleep.

Her job was more than 'work'. Lady genuinely looked forward to her shifts and all the wondrously delightful distractions it provided. As she never betrayed anyone's confidence, she found that words often flowed easily in her direction. Though, no doubt, the alcohol she served helped greatly in that regard. Private details, political schemes - obscenely graphic glimpses into other peoples lives - all provided to her for nothing more than a willingness to listen.

...Somewhere, she had heard that bartenders were obligated to also assume the role of a councilor. It wasn't too far from the truth.

Lady glanced up as placed her most recent drink order onto the bar, her violet eyes settling on the form of Rosie as she made her way towards her table. She gave a soft smile and a nod of her head as a form of greeting, taking note of the young woman's curves under her bodice and the gentle sway of her pearls as she walked. There was no doubt the players would have little difficulty giving her room for slight of hand.

It wasn't long before a familiar voice caught her attention - it was Ruby, a beautiful young woman of which the bartender was quite fond. She carried a certain energy about her...a quality she seemed to share with Rosie. Both women just seemed to brighten a room when they entered. Full of mirth and easy to mix company with - Jorie was glad to work alongside them.

And Ruby, in particular, had an amazing ability to make anyone feel special, simply by calling them something like...say...sweets. Lady smiled broadly as she listened to the girl's words, fulfilling her request for water and ice while receiving details about Big Daddy. "Good to know," she remarked with a chuckle. Placing the glass on the bar, Jorie flashed a grin before adding, "Now...this is a real glass...so be careful." She loved to tease, and Ruby had always been good humored about such things. Plus? Lady had witnessed far too many spilled drinks to not have the right for such playful jabs.

Her gaze shifted as a newcomer entered the Diamond Club. It was a sharp reminder of how much time she had spent in this place - she recognized the regulars in such vivid detail that they may as well be close friends. Strangers presented her with the opportunity to learn new tales, see life through yet another pair of eyes. At the same time, it made her somewhat uneasy. It wasn't so much mistrust or fear of the unknown: instead, it had much more to do with their potential knowledge. Lady had no want to make reacquaintance with anyone that might force her to confront her past. She searched the man briefly for recognition...it was a small world, after all...and life could only be expected to be so cruel. After a moment, she assured herself that the two had never met each other.

The appearance of Daisy Carrigan quickly diverted Jorie's line of thoughts - for which she was eternally grateful. The barkeep immediately began to prepare the usual - an Old Fashioned. A cube of sugar was muddled in the mix before the addition of ice and whiskey; the drink was garnished with a slice of orange, a lemon twist, and two maraschino cherries. While Lady rarely left the bar, she made an exception to deliver the drink to Daisy's table.

She placed a napkin before setting down the drink, giving the woman a small smile. "Evening, Miss Daisy. You look marvelous, as always." Lady's friendliness was not an empty professional gesture - she only gave compliments of the genuine variety. A moment would be given to allow a response before dismissing herself back to her station. "Should you need anything, I am at your call." She gave a short bow before turning on her heel. Jorie had always made it a point to treat Daisy just a little better than everyone else, if only for knowing it was exactly what the woman wanted.

Returning to the bar, Lady looked out over the crowd. Things were indeed picking up. She had already been aware of Big Jim's presence, as would be evident by the brandy snifter in his hand, but she paused to watch as he spoke with the Senator of Michigan. She couldn't make out their words from her present distance but she could imagine the content. Well enough so to remind herself to stay out of politics.

She could just faintly hear the sound of Leon warming up in the back room. A glance at the clock would assure her that he wasn't quite yet due to play - but things had certainly livened enough for him to do so, if he chose to start early. After filling several drink orders, she'd take a moment to peek into the back room and tell him as much. "I believe the crowd is ready when you are. No rush, of course...you still have five minutes before you're on the clock." Her departure would lead her back to the bar, where she'd take a momentary lull in orders to soak in the energy of the place.

 

[NickisSora]

-Leon jumped as he herd a voice behind him. Lady was always nice with her words Leon tipped his had to her as he played not wanting to break his finger key strokes. Once Leon was on the clock he made his way to the Bar.-"Lady!"-Leon called out with a smile on his lips, his Cajun accent giving him a nice southern feel.-"Y'all got cranberry juice with a twist of lime Lady?"-Leon smiled as Lady soon got him his drink he winked walking to his piano and sat at it.-

-The people looked anxious to dance and Leon began to warm up a few cheers from the floor. Leon smiled as he began playing a very nice jazzy tune to have the people begin dancing. Leon smiled as he was able to lean in and sip his drink during the tune.-

-After his first song he gave them five minutes before breaking out another tune. Leon smiled to him self this music was all he really had at the moment. Leon continued this cycle for a full hour until he stood up and took his 20 minute break to rest his hands. As Leon went over to the lounge area a new entertainer got up. Leon smiled and sighed getting his drink refilled and rests messaging his hands.-

 

[NotShyGuy]

Dwight "Clean Liver" Cartigan

Dwight readjusted his tie for the seventh time in the mirror. It was still a little too far to the left, but he was out of time. He buttoned up his vest and holstered a pistol under his shoulder before putting on his jacket. Picking a stray thread out of his cuff, he began walking out. His cat, Sophie, was laying on the arm of his sofa. Scratching behind her ears, he said to her, "I'll be back late. Dinner's in the dish. Don't stay up," before shutting the door to his apartment.

Chicago was a nice change of pace from Los Angeles. Exactly what he had needed. His old boxing coach had even set him up with a job, as long as Dwight was willing to not ask too many questions. Knocking on the nondescript door, the panel slid open, "Hey Dwight."

"Hello, Jock," he answered with a nod. The door swung open and he found Jock holding out a shot of whiskey. "How 'bout a drink, huh?" Jock asked him with wide grin.

"Maybe later," Dwight replied, to which Jock laughed and knocked back the shot himself. "Yeah, that's you always say," Jock said with a chuckle, shutting the door behind them.

Dwight made his way to bar, scanning the room as he did so. He looked for any of the signs of impending trouble: loud words, pointed fingers, drinks being emptied a little too fast, and, of course, a big enough jackpot. These people had gotten rich by not losing their money and the second they started feeling cheated, things could get sour fast, and that's when he would be needed. Usually a firm hand on a shoulder or a sprained wrist was enough to chase out the troublemakers.

Still, the night was early and the mood was good for now. Finally sitting down, he said to the barkeep, "Evening, Miss Jorie. Water, no ice, please."

He spotted Ruby also sitting at the bar, and nodded to her, "Evening, Ms. Mason."

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Jorie "Lady" Matthews

"We've got everything, friend," Lady responded with a smile to Leon's inquiry. His drink order was easily fulfilled before the man crossed to take a seat at his piano. She wasn't surprised that the crowd reacted to him the way he did - he was a wonderfully skilled musician.

The barkeep didn't have time to dance, though. Aside from those walking up to the bar for drinks, several waitresses ushered about the place - they often delivered slips of paper to Jorie's attention and she worked to fill their trays as quickly as possible. She placed the last of a dozen drinks onto a diamond-etched glass tray with silver handles and made a gesture to the waiting server. The other woman quickly picked up the offering and scurried away.

The barkeep's violet eyes shifted to the form of the Diamond Club's bouncer as she heard him speak. "Greetings, Dwight." She prepared the order without the need to look down - within moments she placed the glass in front of the man. She paused for a second, considering him. Admittedly, their combined tendency to distance themselves left Jorie to hardly know Dwight.

Her head tilted slightly to the side. "Your tie," she started, gaining a small smirk, "is askew." She began to lean over the bar, reaching a hand towards him, pausing well before closing in the gap. "If I may?" She'd wait for an indication that he didn't mind before continuing - assuming he'd allow such, it would only take the slightest movement of the article to satisfy the woman. Returning to her former position, she'd give Ruby and Dwight a smile before adding, "I'm somewhat compulsive."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Ruby smiled sweetly to Lady, sipping at her water to help kill the flush of her cheeks. A nice bath's soak later would hopefully kill off the redness of... Well, the other ones. Squirming slightly in her seat, she glanced to the others who stopped over for their night's starter drinks, each receiving a smirk of their own. Familiar faces, a tittered out hello... Unknown, a questioning glance and smile. There was still those doubts on new folk. Someone sent to check out the place?

The welldressed fella who wandered over was certainly a known face, Ruby offering up a wink around her glass as she wiggled her free fingers as "hello". Setting the glass down, a proper one came forth, the girl still grinning. "Well, good evenin', Mister Dwight..."

She paused as Jorie suddenly reached across the bar, reminding her almost of the doting mommas pouncing their little ones for stray bits of clothes. She laughed again as the woman admitted the need to do that, Ruby's head shaking slowly. "Good thing the bar and the stairs're so far apart, darlin'-!"

Speaking of.
"'Scuse me a sec, Jorie... Dwight... Just need to go check a somethin'." Sliding off the stool, she plucked up her glass, making her way back to the steps.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

"Alrighty boys, the game is Black Jack." Rosie said as she deftly shuffled the deck. Her nimble fingers moved swiftly, mixing the cards as easily as Lady mixed drinks at the bar.

Dealing out the cards, Rosie watched each man from beneath lowered lashes. The trick was to make them think she was flirting, while all the while watching them, reading their tells. She'd always been able to read people fairly well, which was an asset when it came to dealing cards. She'd let the men win for awhile, let them build up their confidence, which, in time, would make them a little cocky. That's when she started stacking the deck in the house's favor. So far, no patron had ever caught her at it. But Rosie was always careful, because she knew that at any time her luck could run out.

As the men placed their bets, one of the waitresses wandered over to take drink orders. She stopped at Rosie's side after getting the orders of the players.

"Cranberry and seltzer." Rosie said. It was best not to drink when dealing cards. Mr. Capone would be none too happy if Rosie started losing all his money because she was too deep in her cups.

Up on the stage, Leon was plucking away at those ivory keys. His fingers creating a master piece with each key he struck. It was a tune that Rosie was familiar with and, as Leon played, Rosie found herself quietly humming along. She let the boys think she was so into the music that she wasn't paying attention to what they did. But she was keeping a sharp eye on them. One man in particular, a new comer, was proving to be quiet adept at the game. Rosie made a mental note to keep an extra careful eye on him, just in case.

 

[NeoBard]

Up on the stage, Leon was plucking away at those ivory keys. His fingers creating a master piece with each key he struck. It was a tune that Rosie was familiar with and, as Leon played, Rosie found herself quietly humming along. She let the boys think she was so into the music that she wasn't paying attention to what they did. But she was keeping a sharp eye on them. One man in particular, a new comer, was proving to be quiet adept at the game. Rosie made a mental note to keep an extra careful eye on him, just in case.

Griffin watched Rosie as she dealt. He didn't yet know her name but she had a fine figure and she seemed very adept at boosting his fellow patrons ego's. He carefully peeled the edges of his cards to see what he had...a Queen of spades and an Ace of spades...it was his third such hand in 5 deals and he watched Rosie thoughtfully...was she deliberately providing him with winning hands? Reeling him in for the house before he went bust? Well this one would be his last and then he would change tables or perhaps get a drink, sit out a few rounds and watch the lady from afar.

When he was asked what he wanted, he stuck. There was very little chance the dealer would beat his hand and he knew it. This would earn him an extra hundred bucks. Not bad, not bad at all. His instincts told him he was right to think the next move he should make was to cut his losses and run.

As the dealer showed her cards he smiled, turning his own over and taking the lot. "But that's all for me I think." He flashed her a winsome grin, "What's your name miss? If you tell me when you're next break is, I'll make sure I'm around." He spoke casually with the slight hint of an Irish accent still left from what he had picked up from his parents. The rest was all bronx though he could change his accent at will, he found it quite useful to do so on occassion.

He stood up leaning slightly on the table, hands ruffling under his suit jacket to bring out a box of cigars. A few more seconds and he had it lit, letting the smoke drift lazily upwards as he awaited the girls answer.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

The newcomer was proving to be adept at cards, his pile of winnings was growing steadily with each hand. Rosie eyed him carefully, she hadn't been trying to stack the deck in his favor, but it seemed to be happening nonetheless. If he was cheating he was doing so in a way that not even Rosie could notice. Still, best to keep an eye on him. But as she resolved herself to do just that, he grabbed up his cash.

"But that's all for me I think." He flashed her a winsome grin, "What's your name miss? If you tell me when you're next break is, I'll make sure I'm around."

Oh he was a sly little devil. Rosie was sure that he thought a flash of that grin and the hint of Irish in his accent would make her weak in the knees. Well two could play that game.

Rosie leaned forward, her cleavage on full view. A few of the men at the table stared openly at her ivory flesh while others tried to be more discreet.

"The name's Rosie," she replied with her own devilish grin, "If you wanna buy a girl a drink, I'll be taking a break in an hour." As she spoke she played with the cards in her hands, stroking them as if they were something else she'd like to be holding at that moment. Biting her bottom lip, she looked up at the stranger through lowered lashes. "I hope you stick around. I'm sure we could have quite a bit of fun together."

 

[NeoBard]

"The name's Rosie," she replied with her own devilish grin, "If you wanna buy a girl a drink, I'll be taking a break in an hour." As she spoke she played with the cards in her hands, stroking them as if they were something else she'd like to be holding at that moment. Biting her bottom lip, she looked up at the stranger through lowered lashes. "I hope you stick around. I'm sure we could have quite a bit of fun together."

Griffin was very aware of Rosie's excellent physique. It was impossible not to note the definite curves of her body but he was not going to stare as others did. As with everything, this was a game, and although he was more familiar with money than with women he was by no means uneducated in the latter. As she said her name he continued to smile at her own devilish grin. Rosie, it was a nice soft sounding name though he was sure that any dame who played the cards like this had more than a soft edge to her soul.

He watched the somewhat subtle movements of her hands upon the cards and it did not take much of an imagination to know just how well those hands could be used on things other than cards. Oh, she was very good at the game.

"Well Rosie." He spoke quietly as he walked behind the card table, closer to where she stood. "I sure would like a bit of fun and for a girl as friendly as you...well a drink's the - least - a man can do." He pulled the cigar from his mouth as he spoke, letting his eyes lock onto her own then slide over her womanly figure. "I'll be at the bar in an hour and I'll make sure you get your drink."

With that he left. The other men deserved a chance at table though he believed it wouldn't be long until the house changed the rules and started raking in more of their cash. His own antics may have delayed it but it was still inevitable.

As he walked confidently to the bar he was not unaware of the many business men and congressman that he passed. He did his research. There was Oscar, and over at the far table was Landon. Plenty of powerful people. Few knew him right now but soon he would make his move to support a particular candidate. Whether said candidate would win or lose didn't matter, it would put his name out there. With a recognizable name came the edge over competition and that was the point.

"A Bronx please." He spoke politely enough to the bartender, wandering if the drink had made it this far inland or if he would need to teach them how to make it.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

"Evening, Miss Daisy. You look marvelous, as always. Should you need anything, I am at your call."

Daisy managed to smile, blush and sigh, Lady was, well, Lady was a magnificent bartender and an absolutely wonderful woman, wonderful looking, wonderful smile, wonderful wit. Apparently, in Daisy liked Lady.

When she finally got her tongue back, she managed to call after the woman, "My night is always better when I'm in your hands my Lady!"

She surveyed the room, watching Ruby weave and dance between the tables, leaping with each new grab to her bottom, how she managed to keep the tray level was beyond Daisy, and she laughed with Big Daddy let her have an especially loud smack. She knew that the man was fond of Ruby and had any other man in the place tried any of the shenanigans that he was currently pulling, and they'd likely find themselves at the bottom of the river.

Rosie was dealing, and a new comer seemed to be particularly entranced with her, entranced and definitely losing his hat by the looks of it. Daisy could play a mean game of poker, but she knew that Rosie took all newcomers in, danced with their money, took it for the house, to which she was paid back a percentage for helping men such as the sharp eyed youth lose his money. She watched him leave the table, maybe he was smarter than he looked.

Behind her, Leon began his nightly ritual of entertaining her. Okay, ostensibly he wasn't there for just her, but she would be the first one out there on the floor. She tipped back her drink and finished it with a slightly unladylike slurp and hit the floor, waving her arms and laughing in time to Leon and the band's tune.

She pulled one of the men from the sidelines up to move with her, and he kept pace. Remarkably.

 

[NickisSora]

-Leon loved his breaks but he loved to play even more.-"The Jazz Band and Leon had planned a series of musical number together a few nights ago on there time off. They played and the place jumped with energy. Leon could eye Daisy a rather nice girl and very gorgeous to the eyes. Leon smiled watching her dance with subtle eyes. As Leon's fingers hit the ivory keys, his head shakes, his foot worked the peddles, and his body swayed on the piano. There would be nothing wrong going on today.-

"If only i could play for some one I loved. I shall wait for that day."

-Leon's accent had this playfulness, very loving and caring. Leon played and played his fingers began to cramp a bit but he could keep going that 20 minute dance time before there next break was soon and he could hold out.-

 

[SweetAsSuga]

"Well Rosie." He spoke quietly as he walked behind the card table, closer to where she stood. "I sure would like a bit of fun and for a girl as friendly as you...well a drink's the - least - a man can do." He pulled the cigar from his mouth as he spoke, letting his eyes lock onto her own then slide over her womanly figure. "I'll be at the bar in an hour and I'll make sure you get your drink."

With that, the stranger left. Oh he was good. He understood the subtly of the game, the gentle give and take. Rosie watched him walk to the bar. The next hour could not pass quickly enough.

She dealt a few more hands, allowing the men to build their confidence. Then, slowly, she began to stack the deck in her favor. Soon, the majority of the winnings had returned to the house's pocket. But the men didn't seem to care. Not as long as Rosie was there to laugh and smile and flirt with them, and give them the occasional glimpse down her bodice.

Stealing a glance at the pocket watch that one of the men had lost to her, Rosie placed her cards on the table.

"Well boys, I'll let you earn back some of your money at the other tables now." The men voiced their displeasure at her leaving their company.

"Now, now, boys, you gotta give a girl a chance to refresh herself." She gave them a flirtatious wink before walking towards the bar. As she walked, Rosie made sure to give a good sway to her hips, so that the men had a nice little view.

"Hey there, stranger," she said, leaning up against the bar next to the mystery man, "I've come to collect that drink."

 

[NeoBard]

For the last hour Griffin had tried the "bronx' and spent time sipping at it while he wandered the smoke hazed rooms. He had joined in a conversation with one small group of men talking about the current price of real estate in Chicago and the 20's boom. That had been enlightening them. He had listened intrigued as they told him which parts of Chicago the Governor and mayor had decided to renovate and which parts were beginning to fall into dis-repair. All of it had been filed away as he politely asked his questions and here and there inserted a few helpful remarks. A few had arranged to meet him again later.

At last, with five minutes to go until the hour was complete had had made his way back to the bar, his Bronx still not quite finished, and sat down. He deliberately did not walk Rosie's way though he was secretly itching to know if she would really finish when she had said she would.

"Hey there, stranger," she said, leaning up against the bar next to the mystery man, "I've come to collect that drink."

He smiled, at those words, and it was a genuine smile. He realised, as his head turned and his eyes locked on her own, just how disappointed he would have been had she not turned up. That was slightly surprising and he took note of it. He rose from his bar stool as he spoke; "Well hey there miss. Letting a stranger buy you a drink won't do. Not in an establishment like this. I'm Griffin." He held out his hand, "And it a pleasure to make your acquaintance." His eyes fairly danced as he introduced himself more formerly, "And might I inquire of your name and your favorite refreshment?"

He had already signaled the 'barman' over, "I'll make sure there's no delaying in delivering what you want miss." His smile twinkled with mirth as his old Irish humor kicked into play. He knew from Rosies earlier comments and gestures that she would appreciate his wording.

 

[NotShyGuy]

Dwight "Clean Liver" Cartigan

Dwight briefly froze up as Jorie reached out to him. He caught between two conflicting desires. It would be impolite to turn down Jorie's offer, but at the same time, it called for a somewhat close contact. After a moment's thought, he briefly nodded and allowed her to proceed, looking off to the side a little uncomfortably the whole time. Once she was done, Dwight looked into the mirror behind the bar, saw with relief that his tie was now finally even. "Thank you, Miss Jorie," he said to her with a deep nod.

He took a sip of his drink and saw that Rosie, the carddealer had also come up to bar. However, she seemed to be caught in a conversation with another man and Dwight knew better than to interrupt. Instead, he began to scan the room again, keeping his eyes and ears open for trouble.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

"Well hey there miss. Letting a stranger buy you a drink won't do. Not in an establishment like this. I'm Griffin." He held out his hand, "And it a pleasure to make your acquaintance." His eyes fairly danced as he introduced himself more formerly, "And might I inquire of your name and your favorite refreshment?"

Rosie giggled and shook Griffin's hand. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Griffin. The name's Rosalynn, but everyone calls me Rosie."

She took a seat on the open stool beside the handsome, and very charming, gentleman. "Since I got a bit of time before I have to get back, I'll have a vodka cranberry."

Rosie turned so that her back rested against the bar. She propped her elbows up behind her, causing her breasts to push out into full view. "So tell me, Griffin, what brings a man like you here tonight?" She asked, her voice lowered to a flirtatious level and her eyes raking his body up and down.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The barkeep would find herself kept at a pace of work that left her little room for her mind to wander. It was perfect.

And she seemed to be well versed in drink. Not once did she have to consult the binder that contained such recipes in case of matters of uncertainty. Granted, most of the concoctions were simple - so Lady didn't feel an overwhelming pride in the matter. Still, she'd admit she was somewhat pleased with herself when the newcomer to the bar ordered a Bronx. Likely because she couldn't distinctly remember the last time she had mixed the cocktail but seemed to retain the process without practice in the matter. She'd deliver the drink with a smile and a single word. "Enjoy."

Her violet eyes would note the empty glass on Miss Daisy's table - a moment would be spent preparing another drink for her. Again, it would be delivered by the barkeep; she wouldn't be so presumptuous later in the evening to prepare orders before they were placed...but it was early, and she knew Daisy would be pleased to return from her dancing to some refreshment.

Lady wasn't entirely certain how much time had passed before the newcomer returned from his wandering to place himself at the bar. She'd attempt not to eavesdrop as Rosie joined him - but she seemed to pick up the dealer's order easily enough. A vodka cranberry appeared before the woman within mere moments.

She continued to find distraction in filling the server's trays. A glance in Dwight's direction would inspire her to speak as she did so. "The liquor is certainly flowing tonight. I imagine its only a matter of time before you'll be needed to save us from our self induced stupor, Mr. Cartigan." She often spoke of the establishment as a collective whole, though it was obvious the woman was not currently part of the imbibed good times. She always waited until after closing to start drinking - and the amounts of which were unpredictable. Sometimes, Jorie would only indulge in a shifter. Sometimes, it was as if she was trying to make up for lost time, attempting to consume as much as she had served that evening. Recently, it had been more of the latter.

 

[NeoBard]

Rosie turned so that her back rested against the bar. She propped her elbows up behind her, causing her breasts to push out into full view. "So tell me, Griffin, what brings a man like you here tonight?" She asked, her voice lowered to a flirtatious level and her eyes raking his body up and down

Griffin watched with a certain amount of contented happiness combined with a dab of curious interest and attachment as Rosie propped herself up. Her amble bosom was pushed to a view that this time he chose not to ignore for the briefest of times. Hopefully just long enough to show Rosie that he liked what he saw, but short enough that he was not considered one of the 'rest of them' that eyed her as a cherry to be eaten.

"In answer to your question Rosie, I'm new in town." He offered in his own slightly lowered voice, "Finding my way around." He paused, letting his eyes wander from her eyes across her lovely well formed and curvaceous body. "I'm also a business man looking to make contacts and a person looking to make friends." He smiled pleasantly back to her.

"By the way, I admire your choice in drink and I'm very glad to hear there's a little while before you have to go back. Maybe we can go somewhere and chat?" He wasn't too sure himself how far he wanted things to go with this endearing and friendly woman. He rarely let himself get entangled with one from these 'establishments,' they rarely ended well. Rosie on the other hand, in the small span of time that he had known her, seemed to have just the right mix of characteristics that meant she was more than your typical table gal. He liked what he saw, he liked what he heard and he was definitely intrigued with a desire to explore things further.

He offered Rosie his arm, as gentlemanly as could be, which was perhaps a little out of place here, though all sorts undoubtedly came to visit. "I'm afraid being new I wouldn't know where to lead you just now."

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Rosie suppressed a grin as she took note of Griffin eyeing her chest. While not overly large, Rosie was very proud of her pert tits and liked to show them off. It didn't hurt that the male, and some of the female, patrons were easily distracted from their cards when Rosie put her cleavage on display.

"In answer to your question Rosie, I'm new in town." He offered in his own slightly lowered voice, "Finding my way around." He paused, letting his eyes wander from her eyes across her lovely well formed and curvaceous body. "I'm also a business man looking to make contacts and a person looking to make friends." He smiled pleasantly back to her.

"Well if it's contacts you are lookin' for, you've come to the right place." Rosie smiled. "Why I can point out at least three congressmen, a governor, a mayor, and a handful of city councilmen right now. And tonight's a slow night for us."

"By the way, I admire your choice in drink and I'm very glad to hear there's a little while before you have to go back. Maybe we can go somewhere and chat?"

"Why, Griffin, I would love to sit and chat with you awhile." Rosie placed a gentle hand on Griffin's upper thigh as she leaned in to him. "I've quite enjoyed our little tete-a-tete so far. And I'm sure that you're just a box of mysteries waitin' to be opened."

Griffin offered Rosie his arm, a gentlemanly gesture that did not go unnoticed by the young card dealer. She took his arm with a secretive smile.

"I'm afraid being new I wouldn't know where to lead you just now."

"Don't you worry none," Rosie said, beginning to lead the two of them to a secluded corner past the dance floor. "I know the perfect spot for us to sit and...get to know each other." She led him to a small sofa, just large enough for two people as long as they sat close together. The sofa was set back in the corner where Mr. Capone often brought his own special guests. But Mr. Capone wasn't coming in tonight, so Rosie knew the well hidden area would be free and clear for anyone's use.

 

[NickisSora]

-Leon had been playing for about a hour now with the Jazz band and they took there next break. Over at the bar, Lady seem to be busy as ever as he walked over to get his drink sitting there he smiled watching Rosie just get up and walk with another gentleman. Rosie was very cute and as much as Leon loved her accent he never saw it go any where. Lady was very adorable to him, Leon was never confident enough to say anything. Leon was kidding him self. one thing he did not have was confidence and that made it hard on him. Leon orders a Cranberry juice with a bit of ice as he leans on the bar and played with a napkin letting his mind wonder a bit. People were enjoying the next batch of entertainment they had going which was fine for Leon so he could rest.-