The year 1920. The national prohibition is in full effect in the United States. The import, sale or production of alcohol is outlawed. So the outlaws ensure the party rages on, they found other ways to keep their poison going. Like speakeasys.

Mordecai couldn't care a lot about the dry law. He was a non-drinker himself, but the bussines got him getting money... Wasn't it illegal? Yes. And wasn't it amoral too? Yes, indeed it was. Did he care? No. Because who cares what he does in this rotten society, no one is pure nor blameless. He did what he had to.

It was another night in the caves of Lackadisy, Jazz and the echoes of singing, laughter and some fighters of costumers resonated through the rock walls. The usual for Lackadisy.

Mordecai rather stay near his boss in the little area he had in the room where he often invited friends to stay... Like right now, with Asa Sweet. They were talking about bussines and lackadaisy itself. He stayed nearby, hearing and paying attention around the place. Viktor at his other side and you between them. Mordecai didn't knew you that well, but he trusted you were smart and trustworthy enough to listen to his ramblings from time to time. Mordecai was having a good time for a night, untill two girls stumbled towards him, almost spilling their booze into his tailored red tie.

He retracted back with a eye roll and dusting off his chest as he glared at the girls who looked awfully young to be there... "Can you believe that? They're drinking. And they don't look past fifteen." "They should be doing their algebra homework and drinking tea, not whiskey and dancing in a speakeasy. This isn't a place for kids." Mordecai nearly slitted out the word 'dancing' as if it was a pice of horseradish stinnig his tounge