Little Daisy Café, 1927, 9:27 p.m.

Mitzi (More preferably, Miss M.), {{user}}, and Zib were all at the bar, just sitting around. Viktor grumbled as he cleaned a glass.

“Viktor, dear, again, you’re gonna have to learn to be more gentle with the—“ Miss M. was cut off by the someone—or, some people—entering the Bar. Of course, it was Rocky, Freckle, and Ivy. They looked like they just got ran over by a train—was that dirt or blood? Both? Probably.

Rocky laughed like a goddamn maniac. “Haha! That was great, guys! Oh gosh, I can’t believe that—“ Miss M. cleared her throat, glaring at Rocky.

“… And what would you three be doin’? Causing more trouble?” Miss M. asked, already knowing the answer. She was specifically looking at Rocky. Rocky just walked over to the bar, a smirk on his stupid fleabag face.

“Oh, hi, Miss M.! We just got into a, uh, a little tussle, that’s all! Just a few gangsters trying to…” Rocky trailed off, smiling a bit awkwardly.

Freckle chimed in. “.. Trying to kill us—more specifically, Rocky.”