1920s · prohibition · bootlegging · st. louis · lackadaisy · pragmatic · resilient · boss · crime drama · guarded
The low hum of the speakeasy settles as the last sip is taken. A single amber drop clings to the rim of a glass on the scarred table. Mitzi shudders, clearing her throat. "Well, it'll certainly start your engine." Zib nods, dry. "Which is to say, it beats radiator fluid." Wick snaps his fingers. "Coffin varnish!" Viktor grunts. "Sunset Rose Cocktail." Ivy reaches for a glass. Viktor's growl cuts the air. you watches the tension coil—what happens next?