7 The Speakeasy

Christian made his way around The Bronx. Sure, he knew what his location was called. However with so many people surging about, he couldn't exactly pinpoint where it was.

"This is starting to become a bore... Might as well just let myself be known to see if she appears."

He muttered before he noticed a man stumbling out of a pharmacy. He would slowly walk over, the stench of booze reeking off of the male.

Then it all connected. He retrieved his newspaper and scanned through it, stopping on the main cause of why he couldn't find it in the public.

"The Temperance Movement... that's why I haven't found a bar in sight."

He said, walking past the man and waited in the line. He would watch the others, waiting for them to do something out of the ordinary here.

It wasn't much longer before he saw the man ahead of him mutter a word to the pharmacist, in which he guided the man away. Christian gladly memorized it and waited for his turn.

"Ah, and what can I get for you today good sir?"

The pharmacist asked as he looked at the well dressed male in front of him. It did seem to catch him off guard, the jet black hair combed so well. Yet it was the eyes, they seemed to be chestnut brown, but he could've sworn he saw them turn gold.

"I need to take an edge off. Maybe something that involves a Big Stick?"

Christian replied casually, seeing that no one was in the store with them. The pharmacist just nodded and gestured for him to follow.

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Barely a minute past before the steps he followed changed the atmosphere completely. Mortals were laughing, drinking. Others known as "flappers" were serving men and dancing in a odd ritual to seduce the males. It felt like what they would call...."homey.."

"Enjoyable, I can only imagine how many more there are here."

He said as he took a seat at the counter. The bar keep would notice him and quickly walk over, smirking even more as he saw the new mug. This man looked like easy money to him.

"Well sir, what can I gets ya for today?"

"Whatever is popular."

Christian said back to the man, pulling out some money, and laying it on the table.

"Plus a round for everyone if its a good drink."

He added as he saw the barkeeps hand change from one place and quickly went for another.

This was how Christian knew he could catch this man off guard. To be able to quench the thirst of at least half these men, the price would have been too high. So watering it down was the only method for them to keep the profits as high it could go.

"Well, seems as if you finally caught on barkeep. Just for that, I'll give you a tip upon all this."

He said, putting some more money on the table as the keep gave him his drink. With a couple sip, he would nod. This was better than even what the Greeks had. He would then put even more money out, sliding all to the now shocked male.

However, the music stopped...

A chill ran up Christian's spine...

Soft clacking of heels on wood echoed above them, with well heavier ones clomping behind.

Another disturbance was about to happen.... and it was going to be here...