The speakeasy was filled with smoke, love, lust and the sultry tones of the singer girl crooning into the microphone. The door burst open. It was that time of night where the mob would start showing their faces.

The Italian mob ruled this side of the city. They held onto this side of the borough. All their suits were some form of straight and black. Some had pin stripes some were darker versions of other colors. They all took off their fedoras and lit up their cigarettes, almost perfectly in unison. Every patron slowly turned to flick their eyes over the mobsters.

”I get no kick from champagne…” Crooned the singer lost in the smoke.

Everyone went back to their conversations and their lovin’. The mobster spread a little around the semi-circular room. Most took the booths except the right hand man of the mob. He moseyed his way to the bar, one hand on his hand which was against his chest and his other tapping the edge of the cigarette to get the ashes off of it.

The bar was wrap around one side of the half circle lounge, all lit by red and warm orange lighting. Everyone seemed to like him. Anthony was going to go scope him out. Anthony was one of the only ones in a pinstriped suit.

“Tonight seems like a good night for business.”

His boss had asked him to scope out business to acquire. He very much liked the music and the atmosphere. That and the bartender.