AN: Girl meets world isn't mine.
PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS IS FICTION. Don't take anything to heart EXCEPT THE FEELS.
Chapter 1
"It'd be crazy to say that prohibition hadn't had any effects on the current 1920's society," a milky coloured man with circular shaped glasses stated; only the hair on his upper lip was visible disregarding his thick sluggish eyebrows. The madam seated across him had gently patted the corner of her thin lips dry. Both of them had creases in their otherwise smooth skin, predominantly between their eyebrows and around the mouth.
"Why must we discuss the law when we're at the dinner table?" A young female asked, pushing the contents on her plate around. She sighed as she placed the fork onto of the plate and dabbed the corners of her mouth, just like her mother. With her back straight, she excused herself from the table and let the maid-servants clean up her mess. She went up the grand spiralling stairs and into her enormous room, filled with a nice, fresh scent of grass from the freshly cut lawn this morning. However, the sky was kissed by the black and tainted into dark.
She changed from her conservative, plain dress into something a little lighter and flowery. She loosed her tight up-do and let half her hair cascade down the back and she tied half up.
"Miss, are you sure you should be going to places like this?" A caramel coloured servant asked. Her accent was quite thick and southern.
"Don't call me Miss, just call me by my first name. My name is Missy, you should know that," Missy replied, gesturing for the black maid to smooth out the ends of her hair as she lightly powdered her face.
"Do not worry dear, I'll just go see Winnie and Jordanne, I won't be too long," she carried on reassuring. The maid shook her head in concern.
"But Miss Missy, If you get caught by the government's prohibition officers, won't you get arrested and fined? Won't that ruin the Master?"
Missy looked into the mirror and saw her parents face in her. Her mother's small forehead and almond shaped brown eyes and her father's slightly large pointy nose and full rosy lips. She pinched her cheeks to redden them and stood up abruptly and took hold of the maid's hands.
"Rose. Stop this nonsense and help me get my cloak on."
Missy walked in with discretion, with a tall, tanned blonde haired, green eyed boy following behind her. He looked rough and seemed to keep an eye out in the dimmed setting. As soon as she pushed open the door, the sound of the soft, sensual music banged against her eardrums, the smoke dancing between her nostril hairs and the sound of chatter pouring out. Nobody seemed to pay attention as she ripped off her cloak, handing it to the young man behind her.
"Lucas, you can go do whatever. When the clock strikes midnight, I need to be home. Father checks my room around half an hour past then. Guard me well, there's quite a few drunkards and thugs at this time of day," Missy mumbled quickly to him before shooing him off with a hand gesture. She walked up to her two extravagant friends who had headpieces with pearls and feathers on and revealing dresses framing their bosom.
The blonde haired and the brunette stood up and exchanged cheek kisses with Missy before they all sat down at the bar table. The bartender had a typically striped red and white apron on and a thick mustache that flicks on each end. He smiles at the three young ladies.
"What would you pretty ladies like to have? Fruity cocktails? Or if you're feeling dangerous, moonshine?"
"Oh heavens, never moonshine. We'll have the purest, safest and most expensive type of alcohol you sell. If you fool us with the cheap stuff, of which we can obviously tell, I shall see to it myself," The blonde haired female threatened with those pretty, red lips. The brunette with grey eyes slapped her friend's arm and giggled.
"Jordanne. I didn't know you were so fierce! Ladies shan't be fierce, rather we should be shy and bashful."
Missy rolled her eyes at the statement and held her drink in her hand. She turned around when she heard the sound of a soulful saxophone playing which enticed everyone in the room. She looked around the room to see everyone's mesmerised expressions and noticed the color diversing within the room. She smiled into her drink and sipped carefully, getting used to the taste of alcohol and then clapped as the black performer finished. Everyone turned to look at her and giggled at her. Her friends shuffled away a little in embarrassment.
"You don't clap at joints like this Missy. Especially not for black entertainers," the blonde and bold Jordanne stated. Missy looked directly at the entertainer who seemed to smile and laugh at her. He looked very young, about her age and had straight pearly whites and a structured face. She knew that face somewhere.
"Missy doesn't he work at your household?" Winnie asked. Jordanne sipped on her strawberry based drink. Missy shrugged.
"How am I meant to keep up with the people that work within my household?"
The young entertainer walked up to the bartender and offered to help whilst the bartender checked around to see if anyone was suspicious. The young man tied the apron on and smiled at the ladies. If this had taken place in broad daylight, the young man would've had barbed wire wrapped around his neck and dragged across the ground with the barbed wire tied onto a horse or car.
"Can I get you ladies anything else?" He asked. Jordanne held her nose up slightly in disgusted and Winnie turned away, ignoring him completely. Missy watched the young man's actions.
"How about you? You want anything Master's daughter?"
Missy's face scrunched up in confusion.
"I don't recall seeing you in my household?"
"That's because there's so many of us. Apparently we all look the same…" He replied with a tone Missy couldn't quite understand. Missy shook her head and politely declined anyway. Her friend's had already left to socialise with the other females.
"Who taught you to play that well?"
"My father. If you think I play well, my father is probably the greatest."
Lucas walks up to the bar and greets the young man.
"Lucas! How are you? Want anything? It's on me."
"Billy! Nah, I don't need anythin'. Time for me to escort the young lady home anyway."
"You her bodyguard?"
"Yup." Billy leaned in and whispered into Lucas' ear repeatedly and reciprocally. They laughed.
Missy stood up, her face tinged with pink.
"What's so funny? Are you laughing at me?"
Lucas apologised and Billy shook his head. Lucas helped her put the cloak back on.
"Look around... Where are we? You wouldn't want to make a ruckus like that with your status would you?" Billy enquired and took her empty cup. He walked off to the back to wash the cup and looked back at Lucas with a nod.
Missy's face crimsoned over and she snatched the cloak off Lucas, putting it on herself. She pushed through the doors and stomped out the building, her neck stiff from the anger. Lucas hurriedly waved goodbye to Billy and ran off after her.
"How dare he?" She mumbled to herself. Lucas finally caught up to her. She pulled her hood up in frustration.