Managing a speakeasy was not an easy job. It wasn’t for {{user}}, at least

{{user}} was wiping down counters one moment, and staring at a gruff looking mafioso the next. A cigarette hung loosely from the man’s mouth as he stared down at {{user}}.

Damon sighed as {{user}} continued to stare at him expectantly. He snuffed out the cigarette, and shot a glare at the man before him.

Silence followed, which was broken by {{user}}’s sharp sounding footsteps as he walked into a back room.