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"I always have a spare just in case, I know what I wear here isn't appropriate for some places. Society doesn't appreciate me showing off my gams they are still in the Victorian era as you probably know. I also wanted to have us go somewhere that is safe." She said. She didn't know what he wanted exactly. She thought he wanted to go out to dinner.

"Unfortuantly the public won't have it, especially the older women." Roxy laughed. "Yes, why don't I get dressed." She said strutting away to get a real dress which the public would approve of. She went into the dressing room and grabbed a pale antique pink dress which was above the knees with a ivory lace overlay. It was pretty and sweet for a dress for something modest. She did feel however that he'd still admire her because it was form fitting yet was formal. Roxy reapplied some lipstick and some perfume before coming back.

Shayla Fagan
"You must not have been here long, Cicero is a neighborhood in Chicago." She said bluntly casting a doubtful eye at him. She was not sure how he could not have know that, after all it was infamous not but two streets down the already legendary Capone made his residence. Perhaps he was just some low level knee breaker after all, and was merely trying to impress with his tales of being a gun specialist. After all why not Chicago was a city built on lies and deceptions!

Brian O'Callighan



"I'm not let out much to explore." He said looking down. "Not with England wanting my head." He looked at Shayla. "I am a gunsmith. A brilliant one at that." He gave a weak smile. "Since you know the city better and I need a new jacket. I will make you a custom pistol." He extended his hand. "Do we got a deal?"

Richard O'Sullivan

O'Sullivan tossed a look over his shoulder to the bar-keep, "Oh I'll take good care of her, so I will." He smiled and walked off. He knew they were a bit public with their relationship, but Roxy made him feel that comfortable. He took her arm and the two sauntered off into the night. O'Sullivan knew that they would grab dinner, but then what? There were so many options in the Chicago of the 1920s that he was having a hard time deciding what he wanted to do after. Perhaps Roxy would have an idea, she seemed much more intouch with the popular world than he was. He had lost touch with the war and now the Mob... it seemed all he had time for was work.

Eugen Greenly [NPC]
Eugen smirked and looked back to his work. Eugene never had anyone to call his own, he was a street rat and like many others he had volunteered to fight in the Great War, came home to nothing and became a hopeless derelict. The shrinking of the armed forces after the war hurt a lot of guys, and with no one else to help him he had gotten into trouble. That is when O'Connor snagged him before he did anything overly stupid and had him as bar keep in his little gin joint. Sure it was illegal but it beat soup lines and boarding rooms. Eugene never wanted to be part of the 'action' and 'excitement' of the streets, he had seen enough of that in France. Here he was content enough to make enough money to keep a nice apartment and live a 'clean' life, he only wished he too could find someone special maybe then he could have a family, something he had always wanted.

Shayla Fagan
"I doubt you have anything I need or would want. But, for the sake of your pride I will trade service for information. I need to know who ordered a hit about a year ago that took place on the first Sunday in January. Five men were killed one Italian Don and four Irishmen who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and nothing more. I want to know who ordered it. Find me that and I will alter any garment you wish." This was business, she finally may have found someone to gather information, she was done cat pawing around! Snapping shut her cigarillo case she dropped it back in her purse and began to look for her lighter.