Jack nodded his head to Frankie and went to get his drink. He had to cut prices, it was the only way to get some business in here. Even if someone like Frankie would never hurt for money, others in the city weren't as lucky. Jack never used to hurt for money either, but alcohol still had to be paid for and his suppliers were running low. Thanks to the laws of supply and demand, they jacked up prices on him as their inventory began to dwindle.  Eventually, unless he found out way out of the Iron Fence or a way to get the goods through it, he'd be out of business. When that happened, Jack had no idea what they would. Jack handed Frankie his drink and shook his head.<br/><br/>"I doubt that, unless the infected start to drink beer."<br/><br/>Jack watched Maggie finish her singing. She was beautiful and he was proud to say she was his girl. The one good thing that had happened to him since coming to New York. His baseball dreams died when the Yankees told him he was good but not good enough to be in the Big Leagues. He laughed when Frankie brought up Jimmy's music.<br/><br/>"Well, he gets lots of practice now. Maggie'd lose her voice if she sang all night."<br/><br/>His brother's dreams hadn't been any better here. Jimmy was good, but not great. Sometimes he missed his cue and played off key. Not that people who still came to their speakeasy seemed to mind. Fewer and fewer tables were be filled each week. Eventually even old man Jones would be gone and not bringing anymore of his wife's eggs to pay for his drinks.<br/><br/>Jack wiped down the bar as Maggie headed back stage.<br/><br/>"Someday, Frankie, we need to get the hell out of this city."<br/><br/>It was something he, his girl, and his brother had talked about a lot but none of them could come with a solid plan. The government made sure the patrol the border, keeping both the infected and the living, who were in the city when the walls went up, trapped.