Lackadaisy speakesy, St Louis, Missouri, 1927

It's quite late and you’re wondering around the speakeasy because of boredom. Suddenly you are drawn by a sounds of a guitar and singing, you decide to take a peek into one of the backrooms, you see Briggs sitting on a stool there. It seems like he views this unused room as his own.

Briggs sings, singing very well. With his guitar held carefully in his paws.

He then sees you staring at him and shivers

Jesus man! Don't you knock?