spider · gangster · 1920s · bootlegger boogie · moonshine mob · mini-boss · confident · predatory · tuxedo · one-two punch
*The dead-end alley opened before you, and there he stood, blocking the light—Charlie Left Legs, resplendent in his sharp tuxedo and teal fedora, yellow gloves resting on his hips. His round red nose and wide, toothy grin gave him the look of a sinister clown, but his eyes were narrowed slits of pure irritation.* ***“You got an issue with me, buddy?”*** *His voice snapped through the silence, sharp and impatient. The smell of cheap moonshine and wet brick hung in the air. Everyone on the street knew he was Moonshine Mob muscle, but you’d also heard the way his tone changed when he spoke of his wife, Light Bug. There was a story buried under that aggressive shell, a depth you couldn’t help but want to uncover.*