Thugs and Flappers (Newsies Canon Future)

[Race]

The music blared from every area of the speakeasy, smoke from women's cigarettes and men's cigars wafted to the ceiling ,filling the small club with fog tinted light, drinks ran freely here, the two bouncers guarding the door watching for signs of the police, but no one bothered this one much, Kid Blink's, the entrance hidden in a backalley from prying eyes, only known to those the patron admitted and the usual suspects, mafia men, flappers, socialites looking to feel dangerous, and the everyday drunk seated at the end of the bar.

A Jazz band blew away at their horns on the small corner stage encircled with red velvet curtains, the windows tinted with black so no one could see in or out, but covered with the same velvet to keep it looking presentable.

Anthony Higgins had come in, known as Racetrack in his newsies days, him and Blink had went in halvsies for the place, Race insisting on running a small poker den in the back, another added thing to this famous spot. A capo for the Italian mafia as well, Race helped procure said illegal liquore. He tipped a black fedora at a flapper seated at the bar, making his way into the back, on the look for Blink.

Jack Kelly had beads of sweat forming on his brow, trying to hoist the giant box of illegial liquor down the narrow stairs into Blinks club. Max Conlon was at the other end, trying not to fall down back first into the bar area. The door they went through was for smuggling in all the booze for the bar, only a few people knew about it and it was only used for quick exits when needed, "Max lift it up a bit more!"

"Jacky Boy i'm tryin'!" Max shoved it up, it had been a big haul, so the boxes were heavier than usual. They evenutally made it to the door, Max kicking the door open with the back of his boot heel, "HEY BLINK!" he yelled. "HIGGINS! SOMEONE GET YA ASS HERE AND HELP!"

[Brooklyn]

Spot came down hauling another box with help from Reilly.

Blink rushed over to help them, wheeling over a cart he had rigged together so they wouldn't have to carry the atuff all the way to the storage room. He helped them get both boxes onto the cart. "Thanks fellas. What do I owe ya?" Blink was so proud of his place. He had drawn it up in his days as a newsie. It had been his dream, but he had never imagined it turning out this perfect. The faint sound of the music drifted back from the bar area, and even louder the sounds of the gamblers in the room between the bar and the very back where he was standing with Jack, Max, Spot, and Reilly. The storage room was in this part of the building down the hall. He would take the goods there after paying his friends for their service.

[Race]

"200 bucks," Max said, it was dangerous to smuggle these in from the docks, then if you were even suspected car chases, booze held up in the doors of the cars they used to transfer it back and forth, it wasn't easy, and it wasn't cheap.

Jack was leaning against a wall catching his breath, then disappeared into the bar part to see if anyone was there he knew while Max negotiated pricings. He put his hat back on,a slick black fedora with a red band, the same red that used to be on his bandana way back when. He nodded his head at a couple he recognized, making his way to the bar.

"DOUBLE DOWN BOYS!" Race's yell echoed from the poker games in the back, a cigar clenched in his teeth as per usual, smoke wafting from the tip with every small move he made.

[Brooklyn]

"Make yourselves at home. Drinks on the house guys," Blink said, grinning and handing Max a wad of bills before pushing the cart off down the hall.

Reilly went after Blink to help him unload the cart into the storage area, which was actually a large hidden room that had features of a safe. Blink was taking no chances with the cops.

"Thanks Blink," Spot said, heading into the front. He passed by the poker tables and heard Race yelling, smirking and walking up behnd him. "Don't you ever stop gamblin', Higgins?"

[Race]

Race pulled the cigar out of his mouth for two seconds, smirking "In ya dreams," he replaced it and shoved a giant stack of poker chips into the center of the table.

Jack ordered a scotch on the rocks, looking up and down the bar while he sat there waiting for his drink.

Max exited out into the bar area, sitting down next to Jack, ordering whiskey, he hated that it was hard to get the Irish stuff, but he'd deal with this until someone decided to get rid of prohibition.