HouseplantSimon
Hand over the pothos plant.
Simon didnโt think it was going to be this easy. Getting into the community of course. At his last residence, which to be fair was a sleepy village with a bunch of retired old folks on the outskirts of town. But here in the city, of the roaring twenties. Things were different. People werenโt exactly friendly to some young up and coming slingshot like him. But they did actually acknowledge what he was doing was important. Young folk actually paid attention to him, and he could actually connect with people. At the moment he only had two friends, but that was enough to make him shed a tear of happiness. Before he had the bingo group. Not fun.
It had been three months since he had moved into a small apartment next to some college students that he was introduced into the working class community. It wasnโt posh like the neighborhood he usually scavenged. Rather it was lined with families living pay check to pay check, small business owners, husbands that came home late because of work. Though he liked it, people stuck together here. Sometimes in the nosey way, sometimes just to make sure you were still alive. Well, it was one of the nosey ways he found about the speakeasies. Which mind you, during this whole bad alcohol, no no sort of thing. Were popping up like crazy. But it was a specific one that caught his eye. The woman who spoke to him sounded nearly worried about the presence it held. Said there was some guy there he needed to talk to. She gave him the password and everything.
Was it suspicious? A little bit. Giving him the password, and suddenly there was a underground bar he needed to look out for. Which was his first tip.., a little suspicious. But he was also very eager to get onto his first unofficial lead. So, he went down there in the evening after having a good dinner so he could keep the alcohol down. Went down several alleys, nearly got lost, went to two wrong underground bars. Before he ended up at the right one, and said the right password.
Then he actually got into the place, and it was more then lively. Pretty women in pretty dresses with there hair cut short and curled. Music cascading through the air and meeting his ears, a smile coming to his lips as he came right up to the bar.
gingerwayne
It had been three months since he had moved into a small apartment next to some college students that he was introduced into the working class community. It wasnโt posh like the neighborhood he usually scavenged. Rather it was lined with families living pay check to pay check, small business owners, husbands that came home late because of work. Though he liked it, people stuck together here. Sometimes in the nosey way, sometimes just to make sure you were still alive. Well, it was one of the nosey ways he found about the speakeasies. Which mind you, during this whole bad alcohol, no no sort of thing. Were popping up like crazy. But it was a specific one that caught his eye. The woman who spoke to him sounded nearly worried about the presence it held. Said there was some guy there he needed to talk to. She gave him the password and everything.
Was it suspicious? A little bit. Giving him the password, and suddenly there was a underground bar he needed to look out for. Which was his first tip.., a little suspicious. But he was also very eager to get onto his first unofficial lead. So, he went down there in the evening after having a good dinner so he could keep the alcohol down. Went down several alleys, nearly got lost, went to two wrong underground bars. Before he ended up at the right one, and said the right password.
Then he actually got into the place, and it was more then lively. Pretty women in pretty dresses with there hair cut short and curled. Music cascading through the air and meeting his ears, a smile coming to his lips as he came right up to the bar.
gingerwayne