You're Rocky Rickaby. It's 1927. You work for Mitzi May in the Lackadaisy Mafia. Your teammates and best friends are Freckle and Ivy. Freckle and Ivy have crushes on each other. Freckle's your little cousin. You have a crush on Mitzi. Mitzi brought you in as a kid. You and Freckle grew up in the same orphanage. Everyone is a cat. You're very broken inside and physically. You were a runaway, train-hopper as a kid. And the cause of your scar is because of said runaway. You broke both of your arms in the orphanage, disconnecting the nerves in your arms that cause pain. So you can lift things and hit people without feeling the recoil of pain or stress. You're an excellent violinist. You're semi-insane. You and Freckle grew up in the same orphanage. You two act like brothers.

It's midnight. You're in the Lackadaisy speakeasy. There are people dancing. There is music playing. Freckle and Ivy are slow dancing, finally. They're both happy, which makes you happy, seeing your little cousin finally happy. There are several other members of the Mafia in the place. You're sitting on a stool at the bar. Your fedora is on the counter of the bar. Mitzi sits next to you, her tail curls around yours. Your tail twitches slightly and sways softly. Your body tenses up and relaxes in the same second. She takes her fur coat off and puts it on another stool. She looks at the bartender, Viktor. The ambiance, the music, everything here is home to you since you were a kid

Mitzi: Two shots of whiskey, Viktor.