Back to the 1920's!
I don't know. I kinda just thought of a little story involving the Eureka cast. I always thought that the old gangsters were really hot, so here's a little story.
Zane and Jack had to run, run like they had never run before. With their tight black and gray suits sticking to their muscular bodies, they sprinted down the streets. The police had been chasing them down blocks and blocks*. They had been caught robbing a bank; the biggest bank in the Big Apple. They had almost gotten away with it too, but then a woman had found a police officer on the street and they were only able to get a few hundred dollars.
"Carter, I'll hold them off! You need to run!" Zane yelled, stopping to pull out his gun.
"Zane, I'm not gonna leave you! Come on. We're almost there!" Carter yelled back, pulling Zane's arm.
They were running again, but this time they ran to a wall. Zane pushed a brick and the wall turned. When Zane and Carter were both inside the wall, it turned again, this time with them on the inside of the wall, with the police still chasing them down the small alley way.
"Whew! We did it! We out-ran the police, infact, the best in New York," Zane told Carter, catching his breath and giving him a hive five.
"Good job partner. Let's celebrate and get a drink,"
They were now in a small club that only the top gangsters knew about. It was just an alley wall to many passers, but to them, it was the place where everything happened. They could play poker, smoke their cigars, drink, talk with the guys, but most of all, stay away from the police.
Taking off their suit jackets and placing them on the back of their chairs, they sat down at the bar and asked the bar tender for drinks.
"Hit me Henry!" both of the men said at the same time.
"Happy to, gentlemen," Henry told them, pulling out three small shot glasses and pouring the three of them some whisky. "So how did the bank robbery go?"
Each of the men pulled several hundred-dollar bills out of their vest and pant pockets. "Not to well, actually," Zane said, looking down at the money with a sad smirk on his face. He would find that woman. He would!
"A woman saw us and got a police officer to chase us. We had to sprint down eleven blocks. That's my exercise for the whole week!" Carter added, chuckling.
Henry gave them a small smile. "Well, now you actually have some money to pay off your debt," Henry advised, turning around suddenly.
"Hello boys," a man said, approaching them from behind, making both of the men jump because of the sudden boom of his deep voice. They turned in the bar stools, slightly.
"Hey Nathan," Zane and Carter said at the same time. "I'm guessing you're here for your money?" Zane asked Nathan, handing him the money that was in his pockets while Carter pulled out his.
"Thanks boys, but you do know that this barely even covers it and you only have seventy two hours to get me the rest," Nathan emphasized, putting the few hundred dollars into his own tight fit, black suit pants.
"Yah, we got that!" Zane snapped back. He was tired of Nathan riding on them about money all of the time. He knew that they had to pay him the money because of gambling too much in the first place, but he always seemed to be bragging about it and rubbing it in their faces.
"No need to be snappy!" Nathan responded sarcastically. "Oh, and Henry, would you mind giving me three of my regulars. I'm having two new clients in tonight and I want them to feel… at home," Nathan told Henry, giving him a small smile before walking away.
"He makes me wish I had never gotten into this business!" Zane whispered under his breath, but loudly enough for Henry and Carter to hear him. Henry and Carter both grunted in agreement.
"Now, does anyone know who these new clients of Nathan's are?" Carter asked, quickly changing the subject.
"Apparently, they are two new gangsters in town that no one has been able to get their hands on. And Nathan wants to get to them before anyone else can," Henry replied. Being a bar tender, he knew most of the gossip in the club.
"Can't wait to meet them," Zane said, rolling his eyes, knowing that Nathan would end up showing them off anyway. As soon as Zane said this the wall opened again, but this time all of the men turned in their seats and gasped.
*Oh the irony, Carter is running from his own kind.