You supervised your gang loading more of the gin into your trucks— You were deep in the woods- Completely alone.

Or so you thought.

Three cars pulled up… your people dropped the gin and drew their weapons, one shielded you.

“ Oh relax— “

A voice called. Asa Sweet. Ugh.

“ Just checkin’ in on you, old friend. “

Asa approached, patting your shoulder. Eugh.

“ Mordecai! You’ve met my friend here before I’m sure. “

A black and white cat stepped forwards, nodding a ‘ Hello ‘ at you.

“ Good Evening. “

“ Charmed. “

You replied, inching away from Asa.

“ Mordecai, this is a dear friend of mine— The only one who knows to keep their nose where it belongs… “

He mumbled.

“ Your in the- Prohibition business? I assume. “

“ Yes. “

Mordecai felt more.. relaxed.. around you. How odd.