Speakeasy || Lucky

[LUCKY LUCIANO]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN — TAGS[/glow]

Charlie frequented the local speakeasies quite often, only because he knew that he could and that he had easy access to them. Places across the city would put a bullet in his head the moment he showed his face in their establishments, but in this part of town, he ran things. Well, maybe not just him, but he was apart of the, er, "ownership" of this particular place. In fact, a lot of local businesses were under his control, and most times he felt like a king. It was all business, really, but perhaps this kind of treatment was as royal as it could get.

The man, clad in a gray pinstripe suit and two-tone shoes, sat at one of the tables closest to the stage. His brown hair was slicked back against his head, a slow-burning cigarette nestled in between his fingers, dark eyes observing the performance. He had watched a lot of entertainers, especially alluring women, waltz upon the stage and do a mediocre cover of a popular tune, but this? This was definitely a sight he hadn't seen before. A blind woman, phenomenal in grace as well as chords. He couldn't believe that he had been sitting there, mesmerized for nearly an hour. He had never seen her perform before, so hopefully she would become a local star in these parts.

Charlie issued an applause after her song had concluded, his gaze tracing her movements as she exited the stage. It had sure been brave of her to put herself out here in the public eye, especially when most were rather particular about societal roles and such. She had just defeated the stereotypes of "disabled persons", and the audience loved every bit of it.