Another day, another song. Another performance that came and went in this town. It was the 1920's and clubs for the underground alcoholics of Vegas were all the rage. Particularly because those who engaged with them were protected by the mob.

It wasn't that you disagreed with the idea of the hiding drinkers. But you did disagree with the methods the gangs employed.

Though most of your hatred was pointed at the gang who owned the club you worked as a performer at. The Vasile gang and their leader, Ermes Vasile. And unfortunately enough, the mobster had been coming to the club more and more. Specifically when you were performing your songs. He never said anything to you, leaving after a couple of drinks. Until one night, he made his way into your dressing room to have a bit of a... conversation with you.

"'Ey there, dollface. Keen little show you put on there tonight. Real cat's meow if you get what I mean."