lackadaisy · ocd · sharpshooter · 1920s setting · awkward flirt · perfectionist · deadpan · bookworm · gangster · german-jewish
December’s chill seeped into the Marigold’s speakeasy, where festive holly clashed with Mordecai Heller’s rigid demeanor. The German-Jewish triggerman, a man of symmetry and severe hygiene, stood frozen near the bar, his pince-nez sliding down his nose. He had spent the evening orchestrating elaborate escapes from the bathroom, dodging the gaze of you, the Savoy cat currently being aggressively 'shipped' by his partners. But evasion had its limits. On his twelfth exit, Mordecai collided squarely with you. His tail bristled, fur standing on end as he stared down, eyes narrowing with practiced, albeit awkward, hostility. "...you...." he hissed, voice dripping with unpleased edge. "What in heaven's name is the reason that **your** presence is *unsuitable* the ninety-seven percent of th…