The Cassidy Crew

Regan and Sloane Cassidy came to America in 1900, with their three sons Keiran (10), Cullen (7) and Desmond (5). Regan quickly got a job in a factory and while it was hard work for a time he and his wife Sloane were able to live peacefully.

In 1902 they had their first and only daughter Fallon who was much loved (and tortured) by her older brothers. But with this extra mouth to feed, and in general with growing boys the Cassidy house hold fell on harder times. As resources became scarcer and the boys larger Sloane found she needed to take up work as well.

This meant her three boys quickly entering adolescence had time on their hands and not the careful eye of a mother to guide them in the right direction. Stealing and getting into fights were easily taken up as pass times, and with three brothers to back each other up the Cassidy Crew quickly were known around the block as lads you didn’t want to mess with.

Fallon was watched after prudently by her brothers and while they never minded getting their own hands dirty or running from shop keepers ,Keiran, Desmond and Cullen were always vigilant to keep their delicate sister well out of harm’s way.

Quickly the Cassidy Crew became much more than a neighborhood gang, and with each new member adding to the ranks the Cassidy Boys found themselves to provide for their family tenfold what their hard working parents could ever dream.

Suddenly being a Cassidy meant much more than having two brothers to cover your back and a propensity for stealing. It meant knowing your family would be fed at night and warm in bed. That you had 10 brothers, not 2. Or 20. Or more. It meant being looked in the eye with respect (or fear) and not being spat upon for being an immigrant or speaking with an accent. It meant a better life, albeit a more violent one.

Skip forward to the start of World War I. With each Cassidy the right age to go to war but with a Crew to maintain Keiran stayed home while Desmond and Cullen enlisted. That was until 1917 when the Selective Service Act caught him up. It was lucky (and unlucky) that Cullen was sent home wounded and discharged of his service. While lame Cullen kept the Crew (what was left of it considering the war) in hand and an eye on his blossoming sister.

It’s always been said the Cassidy’s had more luck then was healthy for a single family to have, but that luck got all three brothers back to New York and back to the Crew. More or less in one piece. Cullen will forever limp and Keiran occasionally has the ‘dark moods’, but the Cassidy’s will prevail!

And with the start of Prohibition Prevail they did. You don’t take whiskey away from an Irishmen.

The Cassidy Crew has many fingers in many pots but they specialize in acquisition (theft) and distribution (drink).

Mafia might not be the right word. But Maybe it is...

La Familia

Affini and the D’Amore are practically house hold names now. In the early 1830’s the Affini and D’Amore families moved to New York City to start the family business in the new world. Every City needs a butcher and a cobbler. And every City needs an Italian Crime Family.

Setting roots in East Harlem the Affini’s and D’Amore’s were joined by Moretti, Pherigo, Savona and many more Italian and Sicilian names. Being ostracized and outcast by ‘Americans’ the families did what they always had done. Stuck together, made the best of what was handed to them, and above all else put Family First.

And in putting Family First perhaps the American Laws came second. With years of success and building an enterprise almost exclusively self-sufficient unto itself if you were part of the family you are sure to have a good seat in any restaurant, first to receive communion at mass, and the last cannoli at supper.

Tried and true methods have always kept The Family flush with cash and ripe with employment opportunities, and while the war certainly effected numbers and morale, The Family persevered .

The Family handles and any all business for itself, but if you are looking to place a bet, obtain a loan, get rid of a ‘troublesome neighbor’, buy an official, sell a secret, procure a drink or in general have a festive time… The Family can help out. For a price. Or a favor.

Sterling / Jotunn Draugr (part 1)

That was the third time the front door had been slammed shut in the last hour. Fallon knew the sound well. While her brothers no longer lived in the house with Fallon and their parents, at least one of the Cassidy clan could be found lounging about at any time of the day. One would think they didn’t have anything better to do than to keep an eye on Fallon…

In truth Fallon suspected her older brothers enjoyed seeing all that their hard work had paid for, their aging father able to sit comfortably by a fire place, their mother with iron gray hair comfortably shuffling about her kitchen. Also, having all the Cassidy’s under one roof had a nostalgic feel of their childhood, the sister couldn’t fault her brothers for that.

However, that slamming door boded no relaxed family reunion, but something more. Trouble.

Fallon glanced to her door which was cracked. She could hear voices floating up the stairs, lowered in an attempt at secrecy but the harsher tones of anger making the words carry.

“—Thinks he can distribute in our region—“

“—Don’t know where you heard—“

“Stupid cunt!”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth”

Fallon looked away from the door and back to her mirror to make sure one red glossy curl was perfectly in place, before straightening back her shoulders and taking in her appearance. Fashionable as ever, the black dress, in the most current style (known as a flapper) draped across her chest before falling down in a straight line to touch the tops of her knees just so. The neck line was a bit low (not for Fallon but she was sure at least one of her brothers would have something to say about it) but the youngest Cassidy loved the outfit. So modern!

Opening her door, it creaked slightly and the voices hushed below. Sauntering down the stairs Fallon grinned as she came upon her somber-looking brothers.

“Some hello I get…” She quipped, glancing between Keiran, Desmond and Cullen to judge their moods. How serious was this business matter?

"Ah thunderin' Jesus. Sorry sis, were you trying to sleep?" Cullen inquired, thoughtfully, hoisting himself up off the couch.

Fallon felt her arched brows creeping higher onto her forehead, hand coming to plant itself on her hip.

"Does this look like a nightgown to you?" She quipped, flipping her spare hand to take in her dress, which would easily be considered a 'party dress'.

With a broad smile, the red-head stepped closer to her brother in greeting.

"What were you lads yelling about any how?" She wanted to know, catching the glance between Desmond and Keiran before the eldest shrugged.

"Business." Was his tart reply.

"Cullen?" Fallon asked, turning to see if he might give her a straight answer.

"Ah sis", Cullen sighed. "You remember Jimmy McFinnegan, right?"

"Of course", Fallon said.

"Well, he swears that he spotted a bunch of greaseballs, selling booze in our part of town. And it adds up too. Sales have been down all month. They've gotta be under-cutting us, and selling watered-down shit at a lower price."

"Cullen." Keiran cut in, his tone warning. His sisters sweet face was sharpening with interest.

"Watered down? Who would want to buy that?" Fallon wanted to know, pointedly ignoring Keiran and his warnings.

"Fuckin' lazy sleeze ball --"

"Desmond." Keiran cut Desmond off abruptly.

"Alright boys", Cullen again sighed, trying to keep the mood as calm as he could. "Look Fallon, you don't need to worry about this. They're scamming our customers. Might even be threatening them, for all we know. We're just gonna have to straigten 'em out, and send 'em back to their side'a town. These two are just letting their anger out. It'll be sorted in a day or two."

With that, Cullen limped a bit closer, and placed a protective hand on his sister's shoulder.

"Now anyway, you're lookin' fukin' gorgeous. Where are ya off to for tonight? Need a bodyguard or two? I wouldn't want some filthy greaser to get the wrong idea about my sister."

Fallon's face fell slightly. Not at being shut out of the conversation or the full story. Her brothers had never shared what it was exactly went on in their business, and she never expected them to.

But with Cullen's kind words (and the look Desmond gave her which said perhaps she looked too good) the Cassidy sister realized they had forgotten their promise.

"But...Cullen..." she started as Keiran turned to go into the kitchen, as he typically did in search for a meal.

"You three said you'd take me to that new band tonight..." She gestured to her beautiful dress, specially bought for this occasion.

They must have forgotten in the midst of dealing with the distribution mishap.

Sterling / Jotunn Draugr (part 2)

"Ah shit, you're right." Cullen groaned, lifting one hand up to rub his eyes. "The French one. McGilbrie's got a table waiting and everything. Desmond, you're driving. Keiran, spash some water on that fuckin' mug of yours, and wear your good jacket."

Cullen smirked, just to make sure his brother knew he was talking in jest. He headed over to the front door, grabbed his coat from the rack, and began slipping it on.

"Oh, and drinks are on me tonight, boys. I promise you, this is an opportunity in disguise. An opportunity to show the greaseballs why you don't cross a fightin' Irishman. Within a week, they'll be out of our hair for good."

Fallon was torn between excitement and dread. Glad they were going but uncertain what precisely her brothers would allow on this evening out.

Still she wasn't about to back out and sauntered down the hall to say goodbye to her mother.

Back in a flash, Fallon was pulling her own coat on and watching as Keiran and Desmond murmured confidentially to each other, shrugging on their own outer wear.

"You have to promise to be fun!" Fallon reminded them, her lower lip pouting out in a sultry manner. Desmond rolled his eyes but smirked. Keiran just sighed as if the prospect of being fun was overwhelming.

"Sister! I'm more fun than you could possibly imagine." Desmond promised, coming to snake his arm about her shoulders, pulling her in for an agressive hug.

Wrinkling her nose Fallon shoved Desmond away. "You're ruining my hair!" She complained loudly, patting it to ensure all was right with her flaming locks.

Desmond smirked and made like he was going to grab her again, being the closest in age Desmond and Fallon had wrestled and bickered the most out of the Cassidy brothers and sister.

"Knock it off Desmond." Keiran demanded, tossing the keys to the new Cadillac Suburban to Cullen with a long knowing look. Desmond could be more trouble than he was worth at times.

With a squeal of delight Fallon was out the door and hustling to the car before her brothers could remind her to bring an extra shawl to cover up with. "Hurry up!" She called. "I don't want to miss the music!"

Cullen shambled behind her, unlocking and opening the back door, for his little sister to hop inside. Sliding in next to her, he tossed the keys to his younger brother, as he made his way around to the driver's seat. Fallon rode shotgun, and a moment later they were on their way. It was late enough in the day that the roads were relatively empty. The flasy rectangle of a vehical bounced and rumbled along, before grinding to a halt along the side of the street, within walking distance of Club Sodeux.

The siblings slid out of their shiny vehicle, onto the cold evening street, and made their way down the sidewalk. Keiran took the lead, with Desmond and Fallon in the middle, and Cullen slogging along at the back.

Delighted didn't even start to cover it. Fallon was exstatic, speaking at an almost constant speed as they entered the club.

The Boys almost never took her out, and so while she went dancing on her own from time to time, this was a real treat. Club Sodeux was exotic and chique in a way nothing in Fallon's life could mirror.

The moment they were settled at their table Fallon's shawl was put aside, (Keiran and Desmond had similar expressions of disipleasure at this fact) and the red head turned to Cullen. "Do you think they have fancy drinks???" she wanted to know eagerly, bright blue eyes darting to the stage where surely the musicians would be coming out any moment now.

"Darlin', this is a French place. I'd be surprised if they had anything normal at all." Cullen scoffed, as he waved at the prettiest waitress he could see. A ravishing dark-haired thing sauntered over to the table in her club uniform.

"Welcome to Club Sodeux", she exclaimed warmly.

"Well thank you dear. My brother's and I would like a round of beer to start out. A stout, if you've got one. As for my sister, she'd like something fancy. You got a favourite cocktail, darlin'?" he asked the waitress with a smile.

"I can think of something." she responded slyly.

"Well I'd like two'a them. One for my sister. And one for yourself."

The waitress gave a shy smile, and scurried away. Cullen gave a wink to his older brother.

"Should be a fun night, eh Keiran?"

"Ah shit." Cooper breathed, the scene unfolding before the world. The Ace Automobile he'd stolen did not live up to its name, having broken down and revealed itself as the piece of shit it was in front of this fancy night club no less. Chk chk foom. A small spark illuminated his handsome face as he lit himself his last cigarette. He was going to save it for later, but fuck it all, he needed it right now.

He took a long drag from that sweet sweet black, and let out a stream of smoke from his mouth and nostrils. "Fuckin' grummy hayburner." he said to himself quietly. He spent a minute or two devising what his next move would be. He'd might need to move this car, and get it out of sight quick. He knew that whoever had owned it wouldn't be at a swanky get together like this place, but it was still evidence of a crime.

He looked around. No one had noticed him though. Most of the folks were either inside or stumbling away drunk or with a fine dame in their arms. He wouldn't mind either, truth be told. But he decided to distance himself from the car. "First things first." he muttered, pushing himself off the side of the car and looking in the mirror, combing his hair to perfection before making his way into the nightclub.

He had his hands in his pockets and looking as casual as can be. If you act like you're supposed to be someplace, no one ever stops you. He winked at the Matradee. "Hey darling." the conman said, leaning forward so she got a nice look at his toned arms and blue eyes. "You think you can find me a nice place to take a load off? Hell of a day." he chuckled, his smile infectious.

"Benny, Vito wants me to tells you, there is no reason to visit the docks this evenin'," Gino Palumbo asserted to the beat cop. Gino stood almost a foot taller than the older New York City Police Officer.

"Yea? Alright, Gino. What gives?" Benny LaGuardia asked the younger Italian man. Gino's older cousin Vito ran the docks for the Scarpello Family. Officer LaGuardia received a stipend of the family's profits in order to keep his nose out of their family's business.

"Wadda ya mean, what gives? You know as much as I do. Vito tells me to tells you, there is no reason to visit the docks, capiche?" Gino was mildly annoyed with the pig's response. He would have loved to punch him right there, but didn't want any unnecessary attention.

"Yea, yea, capiche," Benny answered Gino, who handed him an envelope as their conversation concluded. The New York City Police officer took the envelope and slipped it into his overcoat pocket. "Alright, you have a good night, Gino. Catch ya laters."

"Yea, take it easy officer LaGuardia."

Benny turned north on 4th Avenue, heading up to a certain establishment on the corner of 26th. The brothel run by Sal Mazzara was one of the Scarpello businesses. Benny told Guido Santucci, he'd meet him there later. Guido, like Benny was a veteran of the 308th Infantry Regiment; or The Lost Battalion. The two survived that living hell in a French Forest in late 1918. After the war they both came home and hired onto the New York City Police Department. Guido was, strictly speaking, Benny's partner for the evening. Guido didn't know about the extra income he received from Vito Palumbo and probably would have been open to receiving some outside funding as well, but Benny believed it better not to share this information. Besides, he knew he could steer his partner away from the docks tonight.

"Hey Guido!" Benny yelled at the 71" tall Italian Police Officer dressed in police navy blue.

"Hello Johnny! How's it hanging brother?" Guido responded to Benny's greeting, using his more familiar nickname; only family members and brothers from his army days call him Johnny. People who did not know Benedetto Giovanni LaGuardia from his days as a boy growing up in Little Italy called him Benny. Close friends and family have always referred to him by the nickname of his middle named, Johnny. Sergeant Patrick O'Sullivan, his immediate supervisor tended to refer to him strictly as Officer LaGuardia to his face and Officer Dago behind his back. In regards to both LaGuardia and Santucci, Officers Dago and Wop or simply, the Greaseball brothers. There were only ten Italian police officers in a precinct that was almost exclusively Irish. Benny and Guido did feel outnumbered, but they really didn't feel a strong sense of loyalty to their chain of command. It allowed them to be a bit more discretionary with their police work.

"That fucking Mick wants us to rattle these whores here on 4th," Guido spoke in hushed tones to Benny.

"Yea, I know," LaGuardia kicked at a pebble on the sidewalk. "How about that narrow back tellin' us to go roust a legitimate business like Sal's place." They walked on in silence heading north toward 23rd Street. "Hey! I got it! I hear Paddy Murphy's place on 19th and 5th just got in five barrels of that Irish swill. Maybe we go and roust them fer a bit instead?"

"Yea, brother. let's do that," Guido responded. "I'm kinda bored anyway." The two Italian-American Police Officers hastened their pace continuing north toward the Irish speakeasy. Benny ran his hand over his .38 Military & Police Model of 1905 revolver simply to feel comforted it was there if he needed it.

The Retro Diner was busy as it always was, with crowds of people. With it's famous sandwiches, people keep on coming back for them. Coca Cola was also a popular choice for many customers especially children. The original owner disappeared a few weeks ago and the line cook took control of the Retro Diner. Many wondered where the original owner was, but a few didn't bother to ask. He didn't have any family living in the city besides a sister that hated his guts. The line cook's name was Sebastiano Benedetti, a beloved worker to many of the regular customers.

He was busy most of the time in the basement, but he made sure that he spent his time on the ground floor as well. Many customers of the restaurant knew that he wasn't just the line cook, but a bartender. Below the restaurant was a basement, where many of the regular customers would go for a quick drink. After the Prohibition began, many bars quickly shut down due to the lack of business. The Retro Diner started to serve alcohol beverages a few weeks after it was in effect in the basement. The original got the drinks for a couple of bar owners that still had their drinks and hid them in the basement.

After the owner 'disappeared', Benedetti took control of the restaurant and bar. Business was doing well as people from all over the city came to The Retro Diner aka The Retro Spot. However, the bar was running out of beverages. He needed the drinks to keep flowing into the restaurant and for the cops to stay away from this restaurant. The only opinion was to go into business with the criminal enterprises. The original owner didn't like that at all, but Benedetti knew that they had to in order to keep the restaurant running.

Benedetti was in the basement as he was making drinks for some of the customers as one of his workers came down to talk to him about 'business'. He asked another bartender to cover him for a few minutes as he went back to the ground level and gone outside. The worker offered him a cigarette, but he turns it down. “What's going on?” he asked the worker.

“Do you have someone that could help us?” he told Benedetti as he lit his cigarette with a lighter.

“Yeah, I was thinking of asking The Scarpello Family.” he answered the questions as he looked at the dirty ground. The worker blew a smoke and looked at him.

“They are our only solution to our upcoming problem.” he told Benedetti his honest opinion as he dropped his cigarette and crushed it, “We just need to be careful that we don't fuck with them. They believe in old world values.”

The worker went back inside to go back to work, leaving behind Benedetti to think about his decision. He also went back to work down in the basement. He still severed the drinks to customers as it lasted for eight hours before midnight. Most of the people had left behind as he told the remaining customers to go back to their homes. He and the other bartenders cleared up the place before leaving the place. Benedetti was the last person to leave the restaurant as he made sure that the doors were locked and the lights were off.

He headed home by taking a cab to his apartment. It was his brother's before he died. His brother was one of the closest friends that he ever had before he ran away. His parents drove him crazy and he couldn't take it anymore. Benedetti didn't understand that until he got older and they learned that his brother was dying. They didn't care about him as they went back into their lives. And when Benedetti was planning to go to New York City, his parents refused to see and disowned him. That was the breaking point for him. He wanted to live with his brother in New York City and he did that until he died.

He entered the apartment room and went straight to bed as he wanted to sleep until he went back to work. The city never sleeps as some of the lights for the nearby apartments were on and cars drove on the street once in a while. He had got used to the noises of the city life. Before, he hated them and it kept him up in the night times. Since the years that he has spent in the city, he has got used it and slept fine throughout the nighttime. Then, he would get up and get dressed for work. That's what he did every day for a few years.

He loved his job.

@POOHEAD189@Jotunn Draugr

Fallon was very excited about the whole thing. Excited to be out. Excited to try new drinks, to hear fast music. To dance.

If she ever got the chance. With the music blearing and the patrons laughing and talking loudly and her brothers making no move to offer her a dance as well, nor any move to let anyone else ask her Fallon held tight to her excitement so that her mood wouldn’t deteriorate.

She scanned the club carefully, bright blue eyes taking in as much as possible. There was a very handsome man flirting with the hostess and Fallon felt envious at their obvious and playful exchange. Her brothers would not allow such a thing.

Sighing Fallon turned away and realized her brothers were back at it. Catching Cullen’s eye the redheaded Cassidy frowned and he nodded. She could leave the table and he would keep Desmond on his leash.

With a grateful smile the Cassidy sister rose, leaving her shawl behind and adventured over to the shiny bar top.

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“I don’t know….” The hostess cooed, smiling playfully at the tall man. “We’re already so packed…” She gestured to the obviously over full room.

“I might get in trouble…” She murmured, batting her lashes playfully up at the man before glancing , then gesturing for him to lean in, affording an attractive ample view of the neck line of her dress. “Promise you won’t tell?” She whispered so he had to lean closer.

As soon as they had an agreement the hostess was leading the gentlemen through the various tables and patrons before depositing him at the bar. “If anyone asks say you’re with the band…” She winked and was back to her work.

As the Hostess sauntered away the Cassidy sister approached, standing enthusiastically at the bar top and staring with open admiration at the beautiful set up, the shiny wood, the mirrors, the pretty delicate glasses. This place was so much fancier than anything Fallon was used to.

"I like a woman who takes charge" he said with a smirk, and winked at her to show he'd keep it a secret. He gave a glance toward the hostess as she made her way back over to the front of the club. It was a tragedy she had to work the honest way. He felt like he wouldn't mind teaching her a few ways to have fun. But, his mind needed to keep to the present, and at the present, he wanted nothing but a drink.

Unfortunately, the damn prohibition laws kept him from just asking that. He rubbed his temples a bit, knowing he needed to get it together. Yeah, you're probably on the bad side of a very powerful man, but you've gotten out of worst shirt before. He needed to clear his head, and nothing could clear his head better than-

"A good looking woman." he breathed, leaning casually on the bar counter as he saw Fallon glancing about the place like a curious little thing. He almost wanted to Hostess to come back, because that chick knew exactly what she had been doing. This girl...he almost felt bad hitting on her. He glanced down at her legs. Almost.

"Barkeep." Cooper said, not even looking to the man. "Get me a White Lightning, and the lady here a Brick. No...a Neat Back. She's classy after all." He gave her a smile that could light up the town. "How are you this fine evening, miss?..."
@Sterling

Cullen glanced protectively over his brother's shoulder, at his inquisitive sister. Seeing that she wasn't in any immediate harm, he tuned back in to Keiran's latest rant.

"I'm telling you, we need to send a message to these fuckers, and fast. The longer we wait, the more we lose."

"Of course." Cullen responded plainly.

"If it weren't for Fallon, we could be setting something up right now, and have those bastards running by tomorrow."

"I know. I know. Don't worry Keir', this has been going on for a while now, and nothing horrible's come of it. As soon as we put our foot down, the greaseballs will be out with their tails between their legs. They're not lookin' for a fight." Cullen reassured his older brother.

"Not asking for a fight? They're on our fuckin' turf!"

"Yes, yes, and they're picking our pockets, not spitting in our faces. A quick kick in the arse, to let 'em know they've been caught, and we'll have our territory back."

"Don't you think we should retaliate?" Desmond chimed in.

This set Keiran off on another rant, about how the Cassidy's could get revenge. Anything from breaking some windows, to stealing a shipment of booze, to shaking down some shop owners under their protection. The possibilities were nearly endless. Humming and hawing along, keeping Keiran's attention, Cullen glanced over his brother's shoulder again. His sister was still there at the bar, and it looked like some sleaze was calling her over. He didn't look Italian, and wasn't dressed like a gang member, so Cullen shrugged it off... for now. He hopped back into the discussion.

"Now hold on boys. We don't want to start a fucking war here. We're cleaning up peanuts here, that's it, alright?"

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Meanwhile, across town...
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James McFinnegan was cruising down the street in his small truck, boxes of booze rattling in the back. Cursing quietly to himself, he mumbled off the address he was trying to find.

One of the boys went missing that day, and the shipment he was supposed to deliver got left behind at the docks. So instead of being at home with a glass of scotch and a cigar, short-tempered Jimmy found himself tumbling away through the heart of town, now completely lost, with a stack of illegal booze.

Where the hell was this warehouse?

He looked down at the label he ripped off the box, and read over it again. Then he glanced at the street sign. It didn't help that all the streets here were named.

"What the fuck's wrong with leavin' them numbered! How's a guy supposed to find his way out'a this shit neighbourhood!" he grumbled to himself.

Resigned to spending the night searching for this place, Jimmy slouched back in his chair and let out a sigh. To make matters far worse, Jimmy was met with the lights of a police car in his rear-view mirror. In a panicked sweat, he pulled over.

Startled entirely by the voice at her side Fallon Cassidy, the youngest and only sister to the Cassidy Brothers, also known as the founders of the Cassidy Crew, smiled brightly at the handsome man at her side.

Flattered by his offer to buy her a drink Fallon instinctively looked over to her brothers. Cullen may have been looking their way a moment before but his gaze was back on Keiran.

“I’ve never had a Neat Back before…”She admitted to the friendly man. “What is it you’re having then?” She asked, fishing in her beaded bag to pull out a cigarette case. Her initials were inscribed on the golden front. @POOHEAD189

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“Who says we don’t want a fucking war?!” Desmond hissed. “On our Terirory! No fucking respect. This is getting out of hand and you know it Cullen. Don’t be a fuckin’ dag about it.”

Keiran’s angular face was drawing in, his gaze becoming unfocused. All this anger stirred up some bad war memories.
@Jotunn Draugr

Cooper raised an eyebrow at her manner and cigarette holder. So she's that kind of girl? He felt as if she was either quite niave, or good at playing at such. Either way, he could tell already that she'd be worth investing a night in. He gave her an addicting smile, scooting in a bit closer to speak. "I'm thinking you'll enjoy the drink. It's sweet, and not too strong. Me? White Lightnings are for guys who've had a particularly rough day, and I have had, a particularly rough day."
He leaned casually on the bar, his back turned to the counter with his arms resting upon the carved wood. "So, what brings a lovely young lady such as yourself to an establishment such as this?"
@Sterling