The music was a hit that night in one of the local Chicago speakeasy's. The band was playing a nice swinger and ton's of couples were up on the dance floor having a blast while trying not to spill their liquor. Cally happened to be in the back at a booth, bobbing her short blond haired head to the music. She loved the feeling that this palace gave her. It was alive and just full of something that made her keep coming back for more. The only problem was getting caught by the cops cause someone snitched, but so far this particular speakeasy hadn't been found out by the local authority's. Which to her was a very good thing, she hated having to find new hang outs even though it wasn't to hard since her father could just start on up for her.<br/><br/>Riley Quinn was a very powerful man in Chicago, he was the leader of the Irish mob and was very respected. Being the daughter of a very powerful man she often got what ever she wanted and always got let off easy, so she didn't have to stay in the slammer for to long. The speakeasy's and glamours life gave Cally a way to forget what her father did for a living and she wanted nothing than to not be apart of that life style.<br/><br/>An arm wrapped around Cally's bare freckled shoulders and she immediately shrugged them off. "Carlos I already told you I'm not your girl, keep your hands to yourself." She said in a ordering tone, while grabbing out a cigarette and lighting it.<span style="font-style: italic">"Ugh I can't stand these things, why must something so independent and cool taste so horrible!"</span>She thought to herself while bearing her first puff of the night. She bared the intoxicating tar a bit longer then blew out a good lung capacity of grey misty smoke. She was wearing the short blonde that she usually wore while out and about, a short white dress showing off most of her chest and shoulders adorned her body while a set of black pearls lined her neck.<br/><br/>Her light grey blue eyes scanned the room looking for something or someone more interesting and who could entertain her. She brought the end of her cigarette back up to her ruby painted lips and took another long drag and gritted through the cloudy smoke once more, soon it would begin to get smoother as she continued but right now she was trying so hard not to gag.