Sunshine stands in the dark alley behind the new not so legal distillery that popped up earlier this week in Black Bottom, waiting for her men to get the next whiskey and rum shipment loaded into the new Model T ford truck she sort of borrowed from NoNeckNic after last nights poker game, Looking around to make sure they hasn't been spotted by the local beat cop she pulls out her shiny cigarette case and lights herself a spud brand menthol, "Hurry up and get that hooch loaded boys, we don't have all night." she said she strolled to the outter edge of the alley looking down the empty streets in both directions.

The night was growing colder, Sunshine knew they had to get on the road soon or she would surely be cornered again by the g-men or revenuers before she even made it to her first delivery stop, the IRS was really on the ball over the last month or so trying to shut down all the pop-up distillery's as quickly as possible and keep everyone sober, taking the last drag off her cigarette Sunshine drops it to the ground and snuffs it out with the toe of her Mary Jane, she turns on her heels to her men hustling the last of the boxes into place.

"We are all done Miss Sunny, Please if you would come have a looks see and make sure that we did it up to your standards?" was uttered quickly by JuanCarlo Sunshine's long time bodyguard and driver, walking around the truck a satisfied grin crosses her bright pink lips "Wonderful job as usual boys lets get the show on the road shall we?" Sunshine climbs into the passenger seat of the truck taking one last look at their surroundings before signalling JuanCarlo to head out into the night, checking her code sheet Sunshine taps the dash board

"First stop is the speakeasy they call Purple Dots its right next to the Grand Tracks, then its all the way to the lake shore, May nothing hinder our paths, Lets keep the wind at our back and get safely to our destinations boys"

Sunshine still on edge from her last run in with the revenuers keeps a watch on the road closely in front and behind them, wondering what adventure this shipment would bring, hoping the boss man wouldn't hang her ass out to dry if she lost another load of hooch like the last seven cases still floating somewhere in lake michigan.
 

Verbal_)jr leans back in his seat as he watches the men finish loading up Sunshine's Model T.  Parked down the street, he sits in the dark, waiting for her to start her delivieries.

Not his favorite job in the world, but hey, WTRFG pays the bills, so what he wants he gets...and this is what he wants.

His orders were pretty clear, keep her in his view and make sure no one else is following her or tries to interfere with the deliveries.

WTRFG sure hates losing his booze, Verbal chuckles to himself. Just about blew a gasket on that last load she had to dump because of the feds.

Seems like they're done he notices....yep, there goes Sunshine around the truck and sliding into the passenger side.

Sitting up, Verbal starts his car and leaving the lights off, pulls out from the shadows and starts to follow her down the road.

Hears to a quiet night, he hopes.