Home Sweet Speakeasy (Open)

[Mitzi May]

Mitzi sat at the bar's end, her eyes traveling around her speakeasy. It had a somewhat good crowd tonight. Not quiet as busy as she wanted it to be, but it seldom was now and days. She watched as couples danced as the big band played a swinging jazz hit on the stage. Her hazel eyes moved quickly to a poker game across the room as a man jumped up in victory a winning at a hand of poker, he'd lose that happy tune in a second, the house always won here in the end. She smiled softly at the dealer who returned the smile before dealing out the next hand. She had to make money some how.

She ordered another whiskey sighing softly when she was presented with the drink. More water than whiskey again. She really needed Rocky to go on another run, but the car was acting up again and she couldn't afford to fix it.. Maybe she could convince Wick to lend her some money. She really hated begging him for something like that though. He didn't mind giving her a small loan every now and then, she just hated asking. She had to keep this place a float though. It had meant so much to Atlas and she couldn't be the reason that his hard work fell apart.

The speakeasy owner downed the whiskey quickly, trying to ignore the watery taste. Now was not the time to think of her late husband, it was time to play gracious and happy hostess. She put on her best smile as a patron came up and took a seat at the bar.

[Kenneth Byers]

Ken strolled into the speakeasy with a smile on his face. It was early on a Friday so he was dressed better than usual. He wore a pressed white shirt, black coat and slacks and even a tie. He had shaved and combed his hair. He had surprised himself with how well he could clean up. Since leaving New York he hadn't looked this good.

He smiled at the woman he sat down next to her and ordered a double shot of whisky. He thanked the bartender and quickly downed the drink. It burned, but not as much as it should. The liquor quality in this part of the country seemed to be quite low, the stuff he could get was twice as good and only slightly more expensive. Maybe he could finally put his skills to use in this town.

He turned to the woman seated at the end of the bar and turned his head to the left trying to recognize her.

"Mitzi May, right?"

[Mitzi May]

Mitzi smiled at the newcomers as they came in the hall. She was the face of the Lackadaisy and it was in the best interest that she kept the face bright and happy. Happy club goers spent more money and meant that the club would last longer. She wove her pearl necklace in between her fingers ordering a glass of water. They were fake pearls, but they were nice enough to pass off as real for the night.

She smiled at the newest new comer as he sat down a few seats from her at the bar. He looked pretty clean and classy. She preferred that her club goers looked nice as to not scare off some of the upper class richer clients. At the same time though a patron was a patron and as long as they bought some thing to drink and gambled she couldn't be too picky. She watched his facial expression as he took a shot of whiskey. Facial expressions gave away what the customers thought about the liquor quality. Surprised smiles meant the whiskey was strong enough for them to feel the burn as it went down, frowns and a glare at the glass meant that it was too watered down. She kept notes on the numbers of smiles and frowns, when the angry glares started to outweigh the smiles that's when she had to get more product.

The man recognized her, hoped it wasn't because of bad business. His tone though when he asked her her name was a nicer one. Probably just a regular patron. "Yes." She smiled politely. Regulars were important to keeping the place a float, sometimes they were the only ones in the speakeasy. She stood from her stool at the end of the bar and walked down a bit sitting in a empty stool next to the man. "I think I've seen you before. Come around here often?"

[Kenneth Byers]

Ken chucked at her question. He practically lived here. "I'm here more often than I should be ma'am." He replied with a smile.

He turned to the bartender. "Give me another double. Actually, triple, the whisky is a bit weak." He said. Soon after a glass with brown liquid was slid in front of him and he picked it up and took a sip from it. It was weak, but it would get the job done.

"You run a fine establishment miss May." He said and took another gulp of the whisky. He had spent a good amount of time in speakeasies in several cities, and this was one of the cleanest well run watering holes he had been to. Sure, the booze wasn't the best, but the atmosphere was perfect. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and lit one, then held the pack out to Mitzi. "Cigarette?"

[Mitzi May]

Mitzi smiled at his response. Hm, so that's why his face was familiar. "You can never come to a speakeasy often enough." She said laughing slightly at the end. That was the way she saw it at least. More visits meant more money for her. It sounded a bit selfish yes, but it was better that the poor patrons going out and risking getting caught out on the streets with their alcohol.

"Give me a single dear." She smiled at her bartender. "Oh is it? Sorry about that." The hostess apologized taking a drink. Man made a smart move ordering a triple, there was almost no burn going down after that drink at all. "I'm hoping to procure a new shipment in the next day or so."

Mitzi smiled brightly at his compliment on the speakeasy. She always loved hearing people say good things about her joint. Reaffirmed her belief that she was running Atlas' place into the ground. "Why thank you dear. We try and keep the place in top condition. Lord knows there's tons of other place people can go to in the city. Got to keep ours on top." She said taking a drink of her water. "Ah what a gentleman." She complimented the man taking the cigarette. "And who am I smoking with this fine evening?" She asked realizing how rude she had been to not get the man's name earlier.

[Kenneth Byers]

Ken smiled charmingly and struck a match and held it at the tip of her cigarette. "Ken Byers, Miss May." After he ignited her cigarette he extinguished the match and tossed the burnt piece of wood into the ashtray. He took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled through his nose, thick smoke pouring out sinisterly. He flicked his ash into the tray, laid his cigarette to rest there and killed his drink.

He then turned to Mitzi. "I think I could help you with your alcohol situation." He said in a conversational tone.