#prohibitionopen

A li'l shave couldn't hurt.

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.

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?

"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.

[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

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 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.