Under the moon’s glow, in secret. The Prohibition was a nationwide ban on alcohol, causing all liquor to be shut down and sold secretly.

As the sultry jazz melodies filled the dimly lit speakeasy, the air was thick with secrecy. Smoke curled lazily from the mouths of patrons, obscuring their faces in a veil of mystery. In the corner of the room, beneath the soft glow of a flickering candle, a card game was in full swing, the clinking of poker chips mingling.

“Evening what’ll it be?,” He asked as his hands moved to wipe down the counters in-front of him, as his teeth held a makeshift toothpick.

Inside dim candlelight illuminates velvet curtains framing hidden alcoves where patrons gather. A jazz band plays in the other corner, mingling with the aroma of whiskey and cigar smoke. Stood behind wooden counters William poured and pushed illegal liquor off his shelves into those who dared to disobey and drink.