"Tell me Miss. McQuaid. Where were you in 1916?"
One woman who is deemed the sweetheart of the town gets thrown for a twist when a lynching causes a series of events. Cora McQuaid is a flower of a woman with a past that has been hidden well for sev...
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The duo headed towards the Last Chance Saloon, a light clicking from Cora's heels stayed in time with Aiden's thudding footfalls. The music grew louder as they exited the alley and headed to the next alleyway. The yellow ting the few street lamps lit the path to their destination.
The Last Chance Saloon always had people drinking to their hearts desires. However it was never wild during the week. The crowds usually said quite until Friday nights or holidays, and the survival of the King of Booze himself was a good reason to party.
Once the duo had reached the alley way entrance that still had its red oriental arch and heavy black doors Adien finally spoke again. "Now, I'm not supposed to take ya in through this way but, I doubt that ya seen this place when it's pop'n."
With a quick pull the once steady growing sound of jazz hit them full force. Cora swore the breeze that had pushed her hair back and ruffled the tail ends of her skirt. The music was upbeat, the drinks were being slushed down throats and onto the tiled floor. The smoke was everywhere giving Cora a quick punch to the lungs. The once slow and sexy dance of the smoke had changed to an erratic motion, desperate for attention and a neediness of how it engulfed the bodies throughout the establishment. It was choking as she gripped the lad who brought her there. As Aiden dragged her toward the back the smoke seemed to clings to her in a desperate attempt to drag her into the bodies of chattering groups.
As she exits through the door Jack had previously a few days before the smoke still tried to cling to her leaving ghost like fingers on her dress. The door lead to corridor, some loud voices could be heard behind dark doors, and a spiraling Victorian staircase laid halfway down the hall. Aiden leads her up the dark maple steps to a heavy metal door. With a rigorous sequence of knocks came before a heavy lock could be heard being moved.
As the heavily armored door is moved showing another stoic man. He's head was misshaped and rather short military style hair cut. Aiden greets the man and leads her into a dark yet well furnished living room. The walls held a deep red wall paper, intricate gold lines scrolled across the wall connecting and looping. The wood of the tables was a deep stained maple with cushioned chairs and sofas that matched the color of the wall. There was one floor lamp turned on. A loud grunt sound causes Cora to fully enter the room.
"Follow me this way. Don't mind Chip. We are all kinda on edge after what happened to Jack,"another grunt comes from the man as he closes the door. Leading Cora down another dim hall, Aiden knocks on a wooden door. A cough could be heard behind the door be for a simply "come in".
Jack sat in a fourpost bed frame. Once again the dark red accent the rooms walls. An old gas lamp sat on the bed side table. Aiden nods his head causing is fluffy brown hair to swish before he takes his exit.
