Ariaziane
Lost and dejected, you slowly look up and down the dark alley as dusk overwhelms the clear sky. A forgotten morning newspaper lay carelessly in front of you. You pick it up and read the headline "New Orleans Times, July 18th, 1927" The main story, a telepathic horse named Lady Wonder, as well as a brief mentioning of the ban of alcohal law's most frequent change. Click, snap. Click snap. You look up suddenly at the sound and notice a couple standing closely and looking at you mischeviously, dropping the newspaper in shock. The couple's slick black dress shoes tapped against the crumbling asphalt beneath them, echoing into the night as they strode quickly down the alley. Both kept their heads down, only for the short exception where one would glance over their shoulder suspicously.
The woman stops in front of you, though you have hidden yourself well in the shadows and speaks without even facing you "Are you lost?... or ossified hun?" She turns and her short black hair, fashioned in a bob flicks in the wind "You look like you need the speakeasy more then I do." She beckons to you with two fingers and a kind smile. "Come on, hoofer." The male shakes his head at the girl dissaprovingly and whispers into her ear barely loud enough for you to hear "Why do enjoy picking on every bluenose you see?" She pushes him playfully in the chest and they both begin walking again, without giving you another passing glance. You follow slowly, watching the couple nervously. The man is back to his comftorable stride, watching the woman carefully "Its quiet." She smirks at him "Unusual for New Orleans." They both chuckled half heartedly and suddenly stop again, their gaze drawn to a red door, the bright color sticking out in the dark alley. She returns her soft gaze to you, yawning, before loosening her long coat as another gust of wind blew in through the side street, revealing her flapper style clothing beneath. She fluffed her hair and gestured for you to enter as the man opened the door. "Welcome to my favorite place in town. Oh, and by the way hun, I'm Ariaziane." She pointed lazily at her companion. "And this is Teragen."
Another dark figure stepped out of the red door before you had the chance to enter, another cute flapper, her dress stunningly short. "Ah, there you are!" The two flappers hug briefly, and Ariaziane motions to the girl "This is Koneko Mitsuki. And we are, shall we say, your lovely hosts for the evening." They push you lightly in and pull off your coat, Koneko Mitsuki tosses it onto a bulging coat rack and shoves you out of the way to lean up into a small black box hanging from the door and whisper a strange and untelligable word to a deep voiced man on the opposite side."Welcome to the best gin mill in town." The threesome grins at you and you are jossled into the large room, full of rowdy people dancing and mingling.
A jazz band plays quietly in the corner, and a small bar is bustling with people to the left. The group surrounding you slowly begins to disperse, each of them leaving to speak with their familiars. Ariaziane hesitates and speaks one last time before leaving you to decide your evenings fate "If you need somethin', find one of us." She smiles and waves at you briskly before dashing off to find Teragen once more.
Since some of those words are not currently being used in this time and age, please visit the "Information" section to properly understand the slang of the 1920's.
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