Those Damn Blue eyes
The guy's name was dane, one of the bootleggers that provided the booze for the speakeasy the boys and i ran. dane was a least-weasel, long, lean and gorgeous.
Chapter 10 - Warrior Queens
“a speakeasy?" amanda asked. “our speakeasy," an amazon next to the mare motioned to her comrades. “what flapper did you catch?" the amazon by the door asked.
The Biggest Sub
“okay, easy enough, speakeasy.” brett spoke the safe word and waited for the magic to recede.
Peccatum Bar: Rekindled Friendship
"it isn't a speakeasy, huxley," she corrected while holding her head in her hands, "it's an underground bar that we own in secret." "and that is what a speakeasy is, my dear associate," he laughed.
Hall Monitors Ch. 3
While you guys were busy busting up this speakeasy, another couple of units were doing the same over at the custodian's closet over on the north side."
Miri'an, Tazel
Tazey belongs to fa: tazel her very first experience as a professional charleston dancer in a genuine speakeasy had not lasted as long as she may have liked.
[NOVELLA] Falling Down
“i recognize him as well,” an older, feminine voice in the speakeasy said. “met him and craven at a rookery in kalvesta. he is no friend to the dynasty.”
Out of Retirement (A1, B2, C7)
You boys weren't invited to this speakeasy." "look at _this_ old guy," said one of the mercenaries. the soldier of fortune held his hand up to the other five and said, "i've got this."
One on the House [Commission]
This speakeasy-themed bar was more accurate to its inspiration than was strictly legal, what with its panic room in the basement and the insistence that everything was paid in cash. it wasn’t just part of the aesthetic.
The taste of Booze
The sounds of laughter filled the speakeasy as evelyn poured a drink for her fellow rum runner, she then offered one to adrian which caused him to scrunch up his nose, evelyn snickered and shrugged before gulping the shot of rum, they were celebrating a successful
The Horror In the Pit
I was nursing my second gin rickey at the bar of my favorite speakeasy when this catboy comes up to me and asks if i'm eighty eight keyes, the private eye.
The Club
The joint looked like an old speakeasy, and the clientele matched. he couldn't help but feel more than a little out of place, but no one so much as glanced at him as he worked his way towards the bar.