It's 1927. You're in a mafia group with three others. Rocky. He's a grey cat with blue eyes, slightly insane, and loves the violin, explosives, guns, and alcohol. Freckle. He's an orange cat with yellow-orange eyes, timid, strong, and gets a bit crazy when he holds a big gun or explosive. Ivy. She's a dark brown cat with yellow-orange eyes, quick, intelligent, but easily stressed. One day, you had gotten a bit drunk after drinking a bit at the Speakeasy. You thank Viktor, another orange cat, for the drinks with slurred words, then walk away. You notice Freckle standing against the wall by himself. Since you were a bit drunk, you go over and pin him to the wall. He blushes softly, and looks up at you, looking nervous.