After the Castaluccio household had finished up their dinner, Frankie left. He often did in the evenings, no one really knew what he would be getting up to, but there wasn't much he wouldn't do for a bit of extra supplies. He knew his mother and sister worked hard for everything they had and it was not right for the men to shy away from work. His father had grown old and wasn't able to run as fast as he once could, so for the most part Frankie told him that he would run his errands. Which sometimes involved doing unpleasant things, but it kept his family alive. It was a little after 7, when Frankie left the house, and instead of doing what he should have been doing, he fancied going on down to the speakeasy and see what was happening in the town. He could normally get a drink of a kind, be filled in with information and there was usually a lovely lady singing as well. As he made his way down into the heart of it all, he knew things were dangerous, but using the breathing mask his mother had acquired for them all, meant an infection was less likely to over take him... and had done the job so far. She'd gotten them from one of the cleaners whom had cleaned out a few big posh houses out the way. Frankie pushed open the door of the speakeasy and waltzed in. Tipping his hat slightly at the two men whom were behind the bar.<br/>"Business is slow the day 'ey old sport" Frankie mentioned to Jack. "I'll take a drink, what's one of those going to set one back these days?" He asked, in an almost condescending tone. It wasn't that he was rude, nor thought he was better than the others, he just simply was that way.<br/><br/>Carla sighed as she watched her brother leave the house, although he claimed it was for errands, she knew he'd find himself down in a bar somewhere and pass out till the morning. She knew it agitated her mother so, but of course they both knew their place and they were not to question their father nor Frankie as to what they were doing or to stop it. She wished sometimes she could go out and see what things were like, but her mother kept her inside once it went dark, and only during daylight hours to run to the marketplace where they exchanged things for other things. Normally they traded herbs and vegetables for other food items, or clothing or blankets. It was a simple system, and seemed to cause less of a ruckus than the monetary system they'd had before they'd been cut off from the world. Carla sometimes dreamed of what the outside world was like now, and whether things had completely changed.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Daisy was tired and would be up early the next morning to clean more houses and do more odd end jobs for people. She didn't mind but sometimes she wondered what it would be like to go on holiday, break the pace. Of course, no one could leave the city and there was no where you'd want to go for an extended period of time here. Home was the best place for you, as long as you had a few precautionary measures, it wasn't too bad. A lot of the completely deteriorated were hunted down by anonymous groups, and you were usually kind of safe. She ate her soup that she'd cooked the other day, simply just reheating, and then got into her bed to warm herself in among the blankets, and before long she was fast asleep. Dreams filled with ideas of holidays and life beyond the Iron Fence.