S-STV-007
St. Valentine's Ledger
Patron: The Usuals
Date: Aug 9th, 1923 – Gold Coast District
Location: St. Valentine's
Proprietor: Glass-Eyes
Don’t.
Whatever crooked, charming idea you’ve got about Mags, squash it. Burn it. Throw it away. Drown it out in another glass of gin. I saw the way you looked at her in the back mirror. The way you sized her up. Played out every little dirty scenario in your head.
She’s beautiful, sure. Most dancers are. That’s the job. But Mags ain’t here for you, Nickels. She’s here for the stage. And I swear on the last cigarette in my coat pocket, if you lay a single finger on her, I will personally see to it that your next solo is performed from six feet under and not even your precious master will be able to save you.
You think I brought her in on a whim? You think it was luck she showed up the very next day I had to replace your sorry ass because you ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████? You think I like pulling connections like this and cashing in favors ██████████████████ to get some pretty face up on my stage?
No.
Anyway, Mags comes from a long, long line of dancers. Her great-great-grandmother danced for the █████████████ in the ████████████████████████. Her great-grandmother danced at the foot of █████████████ as it turned the world █████████████████████████████████. And her grandmother danced in the ███████████████ during the ████████████. And her mother danced at the ████████████ the night they buried ████████████████.
And now our lovely Mags is here to carry on their legacy and dance for a clean 15% cut of my profits and keep some semblance of this speakeasy in service. I can’t let this place fall apart just because you and the good Father of the Beyond decided to tangle me up in some sort of murky mess.
So, keep your charm in your pocket, lover boy. We’ve got enough curses in the air already.
Let her dance. Just let her dance.
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