The Life and Times of Cheater Hayes

    In the year 1928, there was a man. He lived in Manhattan.

    His name was Cheater Hayes. He was a part of the Brewery Street Gang.

     Cheater didn't really want to be a gangster, but when Prohibition was involved, there was little other choice for a young man with no education and no other skills. He wasn't a killer though. Being only 22 and just starting in the gang, he was stuck with less important jobs, theft and shipment. Cheater took pride in his work though. He strove to be the best hiester in all of New York. There were two very important obstacles, however.

     Fingers Flannigan and Muggs O'Toole. These two bumbling idiots were forever screwing up jobs, shooting the wrong men and making deliveries of alcohol, the most precious illegal substance at the time, to the wrong places. Fingers and Muggs were the same age as Cheater, therefore, they were always lumped together as the gang's Three Stooges. It was always Cheater's responsibility to drag the other two out of the hole they had always managed to put themselves in.

     There was one thing that Fingers and Muggs were good at though, and that was meeting shebas. For all his skill as a thief, Cheater was not a ladies man in any way, even though there was always a lady willing to go out with a mobster, and get a taste of the dangerous, edgy life they led.

     Things were about to change for our boys. Slowly, so slowly that no one noticed at first, the Brewery Street gang was disbanding. Although they were a prominent gang  where they were, the Brewery Street boys weren't the most secretive gangsters. Many of them were taken out by the Feds and thrown in prison, or died of "lead poisoning". Soon enough, the only shieks left were Cheater Hayes, Muggs O'Toole and Fingers Flanningan. They were pretty much alone, lost without a cause, squatters, living in streets and abandoned apartments, until they were approached by a lady with a job for them.

    This is where our story begins.

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Crits are encouraged, this story is loosely based off of the play Flapper, which was written by Tim Kelly, with music and lyrics by Bill Francoeur. I only own my version of this story. Anyway, I intend on going on with this story, including a romance and a death. But after all, this is the Roaring Twenties :D