Rogue-47
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Los Angeles, California, United States
April 9, 1937, Friday
Prologue: A night to remember...
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The air was filled with the smoke of cigarettes at Martini’s. The bar itself was rather packed tonight with the usual local crowd and newcomers from out of town. A musician was playing an old piano at the far corner subsequently as dozens of patrons were speaking with one another. Despite the ongoing Depression and the growing unrest, that doesn’t stop people from trying to have a good time.
The eldery bartender Anotino Martini went back and forth from one side to the other, filling and refilling drinks as he did so. Being in the business for a very long time he barely broke a sweat over this kind of situation. If there was any strain he didn’t show but just smiled and nodded at the customers, giving them their desires filled in glass cups. They wanted to forget their troubles so who was he to deny them that...as long as they behave themselves.
Coming through the front door was a young man in a service dress uniform of olive grab with his service cap tucked under the right hand. His eyes were brown, hair raven, eyebrows thick with a long curved nose and light skin, hinting at his Armenian heritage. Corporal(USMC) Petros Sahakian paused, examining the crowded room before him with a stoic expression before a small smile surfaced.
“This joint hasn’t changed much since I left.” Petros said to himself. As much as it pleased him that Martini was still in business finding a spot will be difficult. Shrugging his shoulders the corporal thought.
If I can handle the streets of Shanghai then this shouldn’t be too much of a problem.
With that in mine Petros walked forward, heading for the bar stand itself. Navigating his way through occupied tables the twenty two year old noticed several others in marine uniforms like himself and a few sailors spread out over the place. He chose to ignore them for the time being, since they were all off duty. Finding an open spot on the right hand side Petros waited.
Martini was cleaning an empty glass with a red rag when noticing his latest customer. The old man for a moment narrowed his eyes, silently investigating who this is exactly. Seconds later realization came to Martini with his eyes beaming and jaw forming a smile. Placing the glass down he exclaimed.
“Petros my boy! It is good to see you.”
“Believe me Martini the feeling is mutual. How is the family?”
The bartender sighed before confessing. “Well things could be better but they’re not worse either. Well in comparison to others at least. Anyway what can I get you for a drink?”
In response Petros handed Martini some money before replying. “Beer would be nice, thanks.”
“Coming right up you just stay there.”
Saying so the barkeep went to fill a new glass for Petros who leaned on the stand, waiting. Still can’t believe it’s been four years since I left here.
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