Whisky looked over the shoulder of her Speakeasy moneyman and accountant, Smokin’ Fingers; Business had not been booming lately and she had a sense that he’d been dipping into the till at the same time he’d been cooking the books for her. Like the Scottish mage, he had become a liability, even if he was a lot younger and quite a bit more handsome. Continue reading
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“I’d rather be swinging on a star than crouched over this bowl of stale pretzels,” Thomas moaned into his lowball. Continue reading
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It had been a very long day, in fact it had been a very long and stressful day, and what’s more, it had been a very long and stressful month. When he thought about it, the entire year had been like that: non-stop work, no boundaries. Continue reading
“Strange men. Is there any other kind?” she sighed, scanning the row of heavy, shaggy heads bent over the bar rail. Continue reading
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