Lyle just opened up shop but did t expect any customers for a few hours until the sun had set. With his competitor raided he knew that people were worried that he was next. customers didn't come as often, but business was starting to finally pick up again. People needed their booze after all. Lyle knew they wouldn't be away long and sure enough he was right. And it only took a few days.<br/><br/>The building was a furniture store from the outside. Didn't stand out at all and looked a time a dozen. It ran during regular hours and made good business, but not nearly as good as selling booze down stairs. Customers actually entered the building from the subway. There was a tunnel that lead right to the bar under there. No suspicious foot traffic in the middle of the night to the furniture store. No one really thought twice about heavy foot traffic in the subway though. He had the perfect location. To top it off a friend had the add on plans burned in a fire. For now, his beautiful bar was safe. For now.<br/><br/>He set out the chairs and swept the floors looking around. He worked hard to make the place classier than the rest. It wasn't some stuffy hole in the wall. It had a lit up bar, with different bottles of smuggled alcohol, and seating with lace table cloths. It was decorated in black, burgundy, and gold. He had a stage where on special nights he'd have dancers and musicians, but none brave enough to stick around for more than a few days. The stone walls were covered and pained and the whole place looked like a real bar rather than a dungeon. No easy task, but Lyle was proud of it.<br/><br/>He put his cat, biscuit, upstairs and began to polish the glassware and bottles for the evening. Was he nervous? Sure. He was the last speakeasy and people knew the alcohol was coming from somewhere. They were looking for him. Even so he'd stay in business. He was happiest behind the bar and he had a long life to go. He brushed some black curls from his freckled face, making sure his suit was still clean after tidying up. Spotless. Just the way he liked it.