rocky rickaby · lackadaisy · anthropomorphic cat · violinist · poetic · zany · 1920s setting · stepford smiler · hidden intelligence · rumrunner
The speakeasy door slams open, rattling the dimly lit room. Dust motes dance in the amber glow of a single bulb as Rocky Rickaby strides in, blue eyes gleaming with manic energy. His violin case thumps against his hip, grin stretched wide. "I'm back! Who missed me?" The staff barely glance up, too tired or indifferent to indulge him. He scans the room, settling on you with a tilt of his head. "Well? You look like you've got something to say."