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Speaking of small details- his name is Jackie, right? And I mentioned very briefly how it looked like he was a pretty rich gangster, right? Well, jack is 1920's slang for money. ;)

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Chapter Fifty Two- Jealous of Jessie

The Master exhaled, blinking a few times to take it all in. The florescent lights suddenly became brighter for him, feeling the stressors almost list themselves in his mind. Being a Timelord and all- that was probably exactly what was going on inside his head.

The reason those shootings happened was because of him.

He was now second-in-command of a fierce, feared mob.

He was completely, for all intents and purposes- screwed.

"Come on, boys- 'nuff riffraff! Let's go out and celebrate!" announced Big Tony loudly to the other gangsters. With an approving cheer from the group to their superior, Big Tony stood up. "I think something special for Jackie's return is...in order. I'll be seeing you all at Club 42 as soon as possible. Make sure to hide any weapons. Yes, they know they cater to us, but you know...we dun' wanna give 'em another reason to call the bulls on us!' he ordered, looking at a man standing between the table and the rest of the warehouse and its piles of huge crates.

"Don't be like McKay here and get kicked outta' every club this sidea' the Mississippi." He said, pointing to the man as everyone chuckled, the final result of the whole mob of gangsters chuckling at the same time, magnified by the warehouse, was like a chorus of mildly intrigued hyenas.

McKay was a medium height man of a slimmer build. He looked pretty embarrassed, but also pretty shifty. For a gang, he was the Beta Male. He was the one filled with the slapstick humor he didn't even provide on purpose. The Master pitied him for a moment, wondering if his persona had once been a laughing stock like McKay. He then reflected on Big Tony's tone when saying that, realizing the fact that McKay was probably kicked out for very idiotic reasons. He's not the slapstick- just a mere village idiot. He thought to himself as the group dispersed, The Master cutting in front of McKay multiple times just to annoy him, but not doing it to the point where the simple-minded McKay would realize his plan.

The Master walked out into the abandoned grimy streets of the old industrial district, straight on to the brass-piped entrance of Club 42.

On the way there, the Timelord took into consideration a few things. And by a few things: he meant Jessie. What did he feel towards her? Did he like her? Did he 'like' like her? Did he like her enough to start a 'more than friends' relationship?

Stupid! Stupid! STUPID! he thought to himself, slapping a palm to his face every time. You don't even know anything about her! You don't even know what her likes and dislikes are! Let alone her backstory and everything else!

Yes... he thought again, almost arguing to himself. But damn...she's a free-spirited woman a good portion of the time, but when she's not, she wants to cuddle against someone for a whole day...

"Just like me." he sighed under his breath, eyes widening. Was she just like him?

She's smart, no doubt about that, but not Timelord smart...She's got my sense of humor, my sense of curiosity, and that body...oh god that body she has of her is worthy of a marble statue. He thought, bickering with reasons why he did or did not like Jessie for more than a friend, reaching the door to the club before reaching a decision.

He jiggled the lock, finding it unlocked. He looked both ways, not wanting anyone to know that the secret club was around. With that said, he opened the door wide-

Only to find a dancefloor in plain view from the doorway. A dance floor that contained a dancing Jessie Guale- in the arms of a stranger. The man looked more cheeky at that moment than handsome, and The Master's face suddenly became a look that was a mix between disgust and shock. He watched theirs hands- both of theirs placed on each other hips at one point or another, always going back to that suggestive position. The Master's pale face was now firey red with fury, right before the song playing ended, turning his rage into grief.

I hope he buys you flowers

I hope he holds your hand

Give you all his hours

When he has the chance

Take you to every party

'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance

Do all the things I should have done

When I was your man

Do all the things I should have done

When I was your man

Jessie didn't want him anymore.

And he knew that meant he shouldn't want her, either.

With that said, The Master turned on his heel, walking out of Club 42 for the last time, the door slamming behind him. And at that moment, he honestly thought about leaving Jessie there in the club, to live out her life in the 1920's, suffer in the next decade through The Great Depression, and not give a single care in the world. Because if she would crush his heart like that, he would shatter hers.