This story is going to be the first in a series about what MR would be like if the story was in the 20's 30's and all the way until the 80's. Keep in mind that this note PROVES that these plots are MINE!
Hope it's good!!
Max POV
As I walked through the busy streets of New York, I noticed that it was very windy, but not cold, and if it weren't for my cloche hat, then my short bob would have been in disarray. And because of the wind, my skirt would blow around slightly showing my knees.
I kept walking, knowing that I would soon be at Mae's Taylor shop. Or at least that was what it looked like on the outside.
You see, Mae's was what we flapper girls called a speakeasy. Or a secret bar. Ever since Prohibition happened, speakeasies have been sprouting up everywhere.
I opened the door to the Taylor shop and slipped in. I walked straight up to the counter and asked,
"Hello, I would like a private fitting for a pink and green gingham dress."
This was the code to get into the secret bar behind the shop. The clerk looked at me and smiled,
"Of course, we'll go back to the private room."
The private room was the bar.
We walked side by side until we reached the door. She unlocked it, and we were in another room.
This room was plain and could easily pass as a fitting room. The clerk, (who by the way was Mabel) went over and unlocked another door, which was very heavy looking, and supposed to be the vault. But when Mabel opened it, a tavern was in front of me.
The bar was filled with flappers and drunk's alike. There was a stage with a performing band, and a wooden bar with a very cute bartender.
He had olive skin, black hair and seemingly black eyes. I went over to order a drink.
"Hi, I assume you have some ale?"
He looked up and smiled.
"Of course."