<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Leatherheads-renee-zellweger.jpg)</div>"...With whipped cream on top?" Maxine Franklin spoke the somewhat ridiculous pass phrase, a bored expression on her face. She had been here before, and was used to it. She just hoped that this evening there would be someone in the bar worth taking home.<br/><br/>She waited while the secret door was opened for her and slipped daintily through, then trip-trapped down the stairs in her stilettos<sup>1</sup>. At the bottom she gave a lopsided grin to the sexy but bored looking woman with the three bulges - two boobs and a gun, Max assumed, and getting no reaction, headed inside the bar. The band was playing a merry tune and she couldn't help half dancing to the infectios jazz beat as she made her way to the bar.<br/><br/>Getting the attention of the barkeeper, she grinned. "A glass of your finest paint stripper please?" She giggled. Prohibition had not stopped the flow of alcohol, it had just seriously reduced the quality. When the glass arrived, filled to the brim with a clear, oily liquid, Max took her cigarette out of her mouth, held it as far away from the drink as she could in an exaggerated show of precaution, and lifted the beverage to her lips. Taking a sip, her eyes went wide and she quickly set the glass down again before she spilled any on her clothes. "WOW!" she gasped, then coughed. "Damn but that's strong!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>1]<em>Historical note: According to my research the stiletto heel first appeared in the 1900s, but wasn't officially called that until the 1950s. There may have been some use of the name in the 30s but I can't substantiate it. However, I'm using the word because everyone knows what a stiletto heel is.</em>