01-10-2014, 06:13 PM
Tonight was going to be fun. Something in the air said so. Even his mood reflected this. He was unusually happy, having a bit of a skip to his step. Even though the room was empty, save for those setting it up for the grand opening, it was hard not to get a feel for the exciting yet dangerous environment. Everything about this place screamed class and fun times. The walls were painted gold and black to really add a bit of spice and pzazz to the place. The decor was a bit racy but it just added to the atmosphere. This place was to be fun, hip, and cool. It was to be the epitome of the roaring twenties.
A black vest was tucked neatly over a freshly-pressed button-down white shirt with the faintest hints of silver stripes. A silver tie was hidden beneath the vest, but its knot was exposed, showing all of his wealth and lineage. A matching silver pocket watch's chain dangled out from the vest pocket, which happened to match the chain that poked its way out of the man's right pant pocket. Around his waist was a belt with a silver clasp that held up his deep black pants that were ironed so that a crease ran down from his crotch to the shoes. Speaking of shoes, new leather shoes covered up his toes and the silver, metal tip was barely visible in the dim light in the club. Atop his deep goldenrod hair was a black fedora that was cocked slightly to the side. A thick set of strangely black lashes rimmed his auburn eyes.
Shifting his silver wrist around so he could eyeball the time, the twenty-something year old clapped his hands together, calling everyone in the club to attention.
"Listen up, folks. We've got to get this place shinin' brighter than ever and looking classy as a cat. You there, polish the tables. You two, clean the glass. You and you, let's get some mood music going. By the time the ticker hits the big number, I want this place to be full of life." Flicking his fringe aside with a simple tip of his head, he went back to what he was doing, finishing up a sign. It wasn't just any sign either. No, it was the club's sign. He stenciled it himself. His penmanship was flawless, too. The way he wrote the words and the boldness to them, it just begged for people to pique their curiosity and enter. It looked dangerous. It looked criminal. It looked... fun.
With a final stroke of the brush, he moved to paint on a clear coat. There was no point in having all his work go to waste. No, that would just be a shame. Within moment, he had it all tidied up and ready to hang above the bar. Even though liquor was forbidden during these times, the club was full of it. It was well-hidden, too. Each of the cupboards was equipped with a secondary cupboard that housed the liquid gold. To get to it, though, you needed a key and you needed to know to knock twice, click twice, and pull down. What cop would think of that? None. It was fool-proof.
"Let's drink, my brothers! A toast to this front! A toast to our new lives, our new beginnings, and our humble patrons that will bleed gold for us. Let's make The Iron Croce the prison to die for."
A cork flew into the air just as applause overcame the large room. Glasses went around and everyone drank up. The guests would be here soon and Croce, Dante Croce, needed to be ready to great them to this paradise.
Even though it wasn't open yet, people were drawn to it. It's lure was irresistible. The club was expected to get a flood of guests tonight so the Croce family was ready to oblige and give these fools (yes, fools) one hell of a good time. You see, the club was more than just a club. Yes, it hid their liquor collection, but it also hid what was really going down. This club was just a front for everything. If they got here, they really couldn't do too much about it. But if there were caught at their warehouse or the cellar, well then, they would be knee deep in trouble. Hell, probably belly deep in trouble. The club merely served as a way to deter the police's attention and give them a couple of years of peace and quiet. By the time the police knew what was going on, the Croce family would be on to bigger and better things.
Granted, who would mess with them. After all, they were the largest family in the... Italian Mafia.
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