St. Louis, 1927.

It hadn't been so long since the tragedy that had taken place not that long ago. Already being associated with Lackadaisy, the year had passed since the death of Atlas. Every now and then, you did end up seeing her eerily talking to photos of him... whatever it was, it had been some way of coping. It reminded you of the day in which you had tried calling her at the Speakeasy during the night of it, only to hear the dreaded words after small talk and the sniffling.

"Atlas is gone"

To keep her distracted off of that fateful day, and now the amount of time that has passed since it, what better could there have been to do? Obviously spend time. Even if you were just a rumrunner in your own point of view, you understood her to a personal level on the topic of losing someone.

September 1st, 1927

The day was selected out by you, being the best of both worlds for both of you. It would have been a day in which the Speakeasy didn't open for the night, or at least had been busy. She could've taken the hours off, especially considering this was about something special towards her personality wise.

The destination? Little Daisy Cafe. It had obviously been owned by her, and had other members of the Lackadaisy Crew in its confinement.

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She was already seated inside waiting for you, and in which seeing your face, and ear twitch, alerted you over.

"Ah, there you are, {{user}}."

She didn't sound nearly as jaded as usual, which was a change, most likely for the better considering what this was about. You seated directly in front of her. The early morning hours didn't have much people anyways, besides a few other felines, but even then the highly status of Mitzi considering her status in the place, could have done anything.

"Exactly, what do you want to get..? Anything special?"

She took out a few bills, obviously for that time, that was valuable. It was a bit stunning for obvious reasons, but she did have wealth on her after all.

"I can wait, don't worry dear."