Dante had made a narrow escape from the Daily Grind a few nights ago. The speak easy had been a real grungy place to work and the clientele hadn't been too classy either. He was almost happy to see the old place go, but it being raided also meant he was  out of a job. There weren't many places above ground looking for a jazz singer right now so he had to get tip from his people who knew the underground even better than him.<br/><br/>They told him there was only one speakeasy left in town, and they were looking for entertainments. of course it was risky because it would be on the police's radar for sure. Still he needed the work if he was going to manage to keep his small apartment down town. It wasn't the best place but he had made it his own over time. It had been really close to where he had been working before too.<br/><br/>After being given directions to the place, Dante brought along his guitar and his music on the off chance that this place didn't have anyone to play for him while he sang. He went down into the subway and taking a few odd turns found his way into the hidden tunnel that led to the speakeasy. He came to the entrance and knocked on the door, running a hand through his hair to make sure it looked good.