Standing in the dark alleyway, with one foot rested against the wall behind him, Chronic stood silent puffing away on his cigarette as his mind ran through the goings-on of the night before. Before the unexpected action, he'd had just another usual, good day. After completing all of his errands for the day, the plan was to meet up with a few of his closest associates in a less familiar spot for a few drinks. 

Closing his eyes to relieve the pain in his head, he flicks the ash of his cigarette and thinks back to how the night started....

The streets had been quiet of late, so Chronic and his associate decided to venture out of their more regular drinking holes, where the plan was to meet others from the family. They found themselves at a bar which was completely alien to them, over in Chicago. Although Chicago had laid quiet for a while as far as the organised crime world was concerned, there were still a few folk struggling to get by out there. As he and his associate enterred the bar, the loud volume of music burst into his ears, the sweet smell of moonshine opened his nostrils, women and cards caught his eyes. He had his reservations about this idea, but he considered the possibility of him being wrong.

Finding a comfortable spot at the bar, he waves the bartender over. Unable to be heard due to the pumping music, he simply pointed at one of the bottles on the back shelf followed by two fingers, then a thumb. He rested some money on the bar and pulled out his shiny, silver cigarette tin as his eyes searched the room for any familiar faces. Unable to immediately spot anyone in amongst the crowds, he stood watching the room, sipping his whisky...

Word had gotten to Brie through an associate that Chronic was looking to have some fun in Chicago. Luckily for her, that is exactly where she was. It had been a couple long days and a bit of fun with some friends sounded like an amazing plan to her. The only problem was, she had no idea where he was, it was a big city. Although not as big and bustling as it usually was, it had been a couple weeks now that a war ravished the city and left it to be run by civilians. There were still a bunch of gangsters roaming the streets though, because it was a city with great potential and there still were plenty of money making opportunities.

She had just finished up for the day at her muffinery, which was located right at the busiest part of Michigan Ave. When she decided she needed some help finding where Chronic was hanging out. There weren't too many bars in the area that the gangster types would frequent and all of them had some kind of cards in the back. Which she knew acted as a beacon, Chronic always had a hard time passing up a poker game.

So she locked up and headed down the streets, she poked her head into the first bar. There were 3 people there 2 of them passed out on the bar itself and the other stumbling to the back. She chuckled as she watched the guy crash into the wall and then tripping over his own 2 feet. She thought to herself "well this isn't the place" so she quickly turned around and continued on. She stopped at another 3-4 bars along the way each of them busier then the other but not the one that Chronic was located at.

It was just then she hooked the corner on Ontario St. the sounds of gambling and drinking echoed down the street. The closer she got she had this feeling come over, she knew this was the place. There was a line to get at this point, was a good thing that she knew the bouncer. All she had to do was tip her hat and give him a hug and that is what she did. In a matter of moments she was in the door, there were so many people that she couldn't see who was actually there but she knew where the card tables were so she slide her way through the crowd and came upon the tables.

There he was just like she had thought, Chronic spotted Brie immediately quickly giving her a smile as he threw down his cards showing his full house. The guy siting across from him slammed his cards on the table, threw out a couple of curse words and stormed off. She watched as Chronic laughed, he then stood up and ushered Brie to the now open seat.

She took a stack of cash out of her pocket, placing it in front of her.

"Count me in the next hand."

She then waved to the bartender pointing to the same thing Chronic was drinking and held up 2 fingers one for her and one for Chronic.

"So the night is young, what's the plan?"

She asks as the dealer, deals out the cards to the table.

   TLWolf notices Chronic and his associate getting into the bar, and realises there are some new faces moving around in Chicago, it has been a while since he have seen any new faces in this place, it is always locals that come around, seems like there is something interesting going to happen in Chicago soon, better keep his eyes wide open during the coming few weeks.

   TLWolf decides to change his seat to another one near the bar, maybe he can hear anything, so he stands up and moves towards the bar in a lightly drunk steps and asks the barman for a shot of tequila.

Murphy was done for the day. Her brothers had helped her unload all of the supplies and had promised to close up the pizza shop that night to allow her to cool down and, as they put it, "shut the hell up about the water thing already." She'd agreed and headed home but a few minutes of silence and solace were all it took for her to bolt up off the couch, get dressed in a racy backless halter dress, grab her clutch, and head back out the door for a night on the town. A night on the town turned into a twenty minute walk on a quest to find Brielle whom she'd seen earlier doing much the same thing.

Some of the bars were horrible and for a moment Murphy thought that the damn prohibitionists had it right by banning alcohol. At least the speakeasies had some class, these were just low life holes in the wall with filthy floors and drunk businessmen complaining about their wives and kids. turning a corner and walking just a little slower, she nearly ran into the back of a man who was standing in line for a nightclub. She could hear the music floating out, loud and energetic as several people in front of her were whining to be let in. The bouncer's arms were folded and he shook his head staunchly at the cajoling group of dejected club goers and pointed with a meaty finger for them to get lost. Murphy was just about to do the same when the bouncer called out to her and waved her forward towards the door. 

"I got a note you might be coming, party's inside at the poker table." Murphy's eyebrows were raised in incredulity as she tentatively made her way through the throng of clearly pissed off patrons. "I ain't got all day sweetheart, move!" He grumbled, pushing her through the door before turning back to the line and once again telling them to wait or get lost. 

Once inside the low lit smoky atmosphere she smiled and made her way towards the back. She was awful at cards but at least it was better than listening to her siamese cat yowling at the back window. She looked around for a moment, a bit like rabbit in an open field full of hawks before spotting Brielle and Chronic. Puffing out a nervous sigh of relief she made her way through the swarm of people in the club and over to the poker table. There wasn't an open seat at the moment which was fine with her but at least she wasn't alone anymore. Carefully she slipped a small silver case out of her purse and pulled out a cigarette to calm her nerves. It seemed as though her friends were ahead in the game though she was uncertain which one would come out ahead. 

"Jesus Mary and Joseph were you two a pain in the ass to find, who's winning?"

There were a lot of bars in a lot of places, but at this very moment the creature was standing in a very specific one for a rather important reason, but he couldn't exactly remember why. Sometimes drinking on the job wasn't a good thing, and this was one of those times... placing his hand on his glass he slid it away and parted ways from where he was sitting way off in the back, trying to stay as unnoticed as possible, which was generally hard for such a massive fella. 

"Hey, you gonna pay for those drinks?"

"Put it on my tab."

"What tab?"

"Eh... mmmhmmmgggmmm."

"What?"

"Huh?!"

Quickly walking away, he continued to scan the area, making sure everything was set in place for later on in the night. His body situated in such a way that he could quickly pull out his gun in needed, and that is when he realized that he left his gun at home in the first place. Shit. Every time he traveled to a new city, he always forgot. You'd think he would be better prepared, but it was no matter, he was strong enough to handle anything that came his way. Hopefully.

He took a seat further away from the bartender and continued to watch the other people sit around and mingle, he hoped he would sober up before more people arrived, but he usually worked best with a few drinks in him anyways. It'd be just fine.