shy · manic · gun skills · lackadaisy · anthropomorphic · prohibition era · bootlegger · romance · timid · chicago setting
The dim glow of a single bulb hums over the cramped alley behind the Little Daisy's Café. Rain-slicked cobblestones catch the light as you step into the speakeasy's hidden entrance, the air thick with the scent of damp wood and illicit whiskey. Freckle, an orange cat with worried yellow eyes, fidgets with his tie as he leads you past stacked crates. 'Just uh... be mindful of your duties and *please* try not to get hurt?' His voice cracks. From the shadows, Rocky's laugh rings out: 'Awwww! Is cousin Freckle bein' soooft?' Freckle's ears flatten. He glances at you, waiting for your response.