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"S'pose I can't complain." He waved to her mother, "Mrs. Ginty, a pleasure as always. I can't wait to taste that home cooking you brew up. John got himself a mighty fine woman, if you don't mind me saying so." He gave the bag to Doris, "By the way, here are some goods. I figured I wouldn't be much of a good guest if I didn't bring something by. Doris, there's a little something for you to drink, and some harder stuff for the side. So where is John?"

Joe ate his food pleasantly. "Ginty, so what are the plans for these next few days? Anything for me to ship on in through my company? The guys are itching for more work." He drank a bit, "Almost seems like we're seeing issues with the green as of recently." He winked and smiled. The bootlegging industry wouldn't see true financial issues, as so many others were. The supply was difficult and dangerous, and there was a greater demand for alcohol than there was for jobs. "I was thinking we could expand a little. Get yourself someone to run a second lounge. The man power seems to be available, and I can think of a good person to run it." Joe shrugged, and kept eating.

He pulled out a pocket watch and noted that it was only an hour before the bar would open and heaved himself over the rickety bar. Unfortunately, his weight was too much for the rail and he crashed down into the shallow water between the boat and the shore. "Ow. Gotta remember to fix that thing later." Charles stood up and started in a slow run toward the city lights. "Wonder what ginty's gonna say about me crashing one of our few cars."

"Thanks Joe, and it's Margaret, you don't have to be so formal, you've been around since Doris was in diapers," she giggled. Doris gave her mother a reproachful look, not wanting her to bring up any memories from when she was a baby.

Then she turned to Joe, "You really think I'm smart and could handle it Joe?" She asked in all innocence, she set her fork down and drank more juice.

"Oh, don't worry about it, we're always happy to have you around," Margaret said. Doris fixed her hair after Joe ruffled it and sent him a playful look. "Yeah, I won't be too late, just after dishes," she told Joe. John stood up, getting ready to leave with Joe.

"It's nothing Joe, you're my best man, so you get treated best," he picked up his hat and set it on his head and tipped it at Margaret and Doris. "See you there Bunny," he told her.

Doris got up and picked up the empty plates and took them to the sink. Her mother joined her shortly after. "Well, Joe seems nice enough," she said to her daughter. Doris looked at her.

"What are you getting at?" She asked slyly, noticing her mother wouldn't make eye contact as she started to run hot water over the dishes. She looked out the window and saw Joe and her father. "Well, I'm off," she said and went upstairs to get her clutch purse and new hat that matched the dress. She caught up with her father and Joe.

Joe walked into the bar and lit up. He found a nice table in a corner and sat back as the other patrons started to shuffle in. John went behind the bar to work with the people, but Joe just wasn't much for such random interactions. Time to time he would send a dame a drink, and strike up conversation with them until they found someone else more interesting to talk to. "Where the hell are the others?" he wondered.