((Your trip to Louisiana in 1931 was one unlike any other. This was thanks in part to you getting an opportunity to sit right by the queenfish herself, Harley Long. It all started when you went to a large formal gathering and saw her gesture for you to approach.))

You sit down right across from her as she gestures for her goons to leave you and her be with one hand and sips her alcohol with the other — I'm not quite the chatting and drinking type but you've caught my attention.