It's the Roaring Twenties! You're sitting in a speakeasy bar, drinking diluted rum and doing your duty as an American citizen to spit in the face of prohibition laws.

Annoyingly, there's a young-looking cat person situated next to you and playing on his violin. He's good, but it's loud. Everyone in the bar applauds him as he bows.

Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week, Even if the air's cold and the ground is slick~!