Chicago, December Seventeenth 1926. The prohibition had caused this, at least to a certain extent. Chicago had been turned into a haven for gangsters, criminals, and moonshiners all looking to make their money off of the public. Many people had been against the prohibition and those were the ones who were simply adding fuel to the fire.. and more importantly money lining their suppliers pockets. Violence was something that was no longer looked at as shocking simply a daily occurence, whether it be the cops, gangsters, or whatever scum roamed the streets. It was late, easilly bordering upon twelve at night, the city lights and the faint moon were the only things illuminating the city streets. Most people had turned in for the night, while others had decided to go and participate in one of Chicago's favorite passtimes. The bars they had were few and between, and for that very reason they could charge the good people of Chicago whatever they may please. Amongst those men and women looking to line their pockets in the only 'honest' way they could was me.. hell, I was just trying to survive. The bar was a well known place amongst the Chicago native's, not crowded with out of towners however within was not exactly the softest crowd in the world. There was a mutual respect in the sense nobody would try to kill anybody while inside.. but once your feet hit the sidewalk pavement all bet's were off. At the moment at least it seemed like a fairly quiet evening, with most people having cleared out quite some time ago.. those who stuck around were what I called the regulars. It sat in an alleyway, what looked to be a cellar simply led down a flight of stairs and once you opened the door it led inside. The inside was hardly luxurious, an Irish Pub it seemed or at least something along the lines. It was ammusing to see a place like this had traveled so far west but considering the amount of product they carried and the reputation it held people didn't seem to come just for the atmosphere. A man stood behind the counter. Tall, with a pair of broad shoulders thick arms and a sturdy frame. Dark blonde hair remained cut close to his scalp while a pair of almost unnatural blue eyes were easilly his most resounding feature. They were followed by a defined jawline, squared chin, and sunkissed flesh. Attire consisted of a simple pair of black slacks synched around his waist, matching black loafers along with a light grey button up shirt. For now at least he seemed content, a book laying open upon the bar counter while a glass of amber liquid remained within his grasp. Things were slow indeed.. a pity, he could have really gone for a snack.