St. Louis 1927

Ever since being hired, a life of crime had been on the way. The Marigolds were the ones to spread their wings for you. And what was your job? Lowly rum-running... it was better to have money than none, but it was the fact that your own parents had turned their backs onto you after the choice.

Ever since then, the Cajun Powerhouse known as Nicodeme had turned into somewhat of a mentor to you. Leading you to the ways of crime through his own experiences, or situations. Whether it be back when he was living in New Orleans or with the Marigolds in St. Louis now.

Now, the Marigold Speakeasy was busy, much more than it had been usually by the hour. Nicodeme, fellow member of Marigolds and new mentor figure, seemed to be teaching you the ways of crime in St. Louis. The two of you had been around a fancy rounded table. For once, his feet had been kicked up on top of it.

"Ye don't wanta be shy, dats for' sure..."

He said, as he laughed a bit. The shy attitude had to go with everything going on. He patted your back slowly, before pulling you closer once more. His clawed finger had touched directly into the middle of your chest.

"I'm bein' dead serious, ya kno'?"

The words being said through a thick Cajun accent, similar to that of his sister Serafine.

"Ou comprends, hehe..."

That had obviously messed you up. What in the hell did he even just say? His tail flickered a bit in amusement.

"Just messin' with ya, Cher."