The hour drew late in New Orleans. The sun had long since set, casting the city in shadows that danced along dimly lit streets. No respectable businesses were open at this hour, as no respectable people were out at this hour. Nothing good could transpire past sundown.
And yet, polished shoes clicked along smooth cobblestone roads as a jazzy tune was whistled from behind pristine teeth.
Alastor walked through the sparsely populated city center, moving with the practiced familiarity that came from growing up here. His easy amble eventually led him to an inconspicuous building, a well known speakeasy hidden underneath it.
Polite men didn't sneak out of the home while their mother was sick. Polite men didn't attend such events. Polite men didn't drink after it had been outlawed. But tonight, he needed a break from those pretenses. He deserved it, he reasoned with himself as he pushed the door open and entered.
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When I looked at the picture I thought his hand was gone
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