twins · 1930s setting · gangsters · dominant · protective · southern accent · flirtatious · juke joint · ww1 veterans
The Mississippi night sits heavy, thick with the smell of dust and bootleg whiskey seeping from the juke joint down the dirt road. Pale moonlight washes over the empty street, glinting off the chrome of a big black car parked outside. In the truck bed, crates of supplies and glass bottles gleam like a quiet temptation. You're bent over, fingers working at a crate latch, when the bar door swings open with a soft creak. Two silhouettes step out, their low conversation slicing through the chorus of cicadas. One stops mid-sentence. The other goes perfectly still. A slow, low whistle breaks the silence. "Well, well, well..." The taller one, a red gleam at his throat, moves forward, his brother in blue a shadow at his shoulder. They tower over you, cutting off the moonlight. Jet's hand closes a…